“A new day dawns, for you Ulysses, I must remain. You return to your wife, your fields, your children. I will make do with this war. I hope to perish in that way. My son has been placed in his grave. My wife mourns us both as dead, to disappoint her would be a tragic mistake. You however must leave today. Do not think on me, your men, or others who passed before your rifle sights. Think only of home and a long peaceful life. Your hair will grow back, and your hands still work. You seem strong, and worthy of being spared. Walk to your north a short ways. Over there is the station, now make haste.”
The German turned the cart around and Ulysses watched it return to the wasteland they had crossed before. He marched across a short hill and spied a train making it rounds. Just ahead of him there was the station, and Ulysses arrived in the nick of time.
In the hands of a conductor he pressed his tickets and pass. They were stamped and returned, so Ulysses walked down the passenger car to a seat, he reclined and turned to the window as the train steamed along the rails.
He saw fields,
He saw farms,
He saw his wife and children again.
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