I dreamt last night that the guard

Unlocked the door of my cell

And I was able to walk free

Without a history

Without a past

But this will not happen

As I am a prisoner of war

A captured soldier

Awaiting the firing squad

When the air raids stop

They will execute me

I hear the guards joking about it

This was not my war

I did not choose to fight

I was happy in my village

Saunders is already dead

He died from his wounds

And is buried in the forest

I passed his grave in my dream

And left cornflowers in remembrance