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I never learned his name. He may have mentioned it, we may have exchanged names, but I can't remember. Thinking back...

...I think names were so very unimportant then, that evening we met. He was a traveller, like me. He'd served in the Great War and like myself, he'd witnessed ghastly horror. And like me he celebrated that the soiled page of history had turned. The turmoil had been over more than a year and Europe was once again a land of peace. A land scarred, true, but here amongst misty peaks and forests, a land of beauty and serenity.

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