Tomorrow is the boy’s birthday, the day he reaches military age, the day he can be impressed into the Germans’ labour gangs. Today when he brings up the captain’s food he will not go home. He will become a partisan. Late April. At noon he does not need his coat. The sun between the clouds is warm on his back, piebalds the moorlands yellow and blue. The western slopes of the mountain are clear of snow up to and beyond the highest beech trees. Across the valley on the easterly side, which only sees the colder morning sun, the snow is still a long way down the mountains, but is retreating a little further each day, leaving no more than streaks in the gullies that had filled with the winter’s avalanches. Up here the trees are not yet even in bud but down in the valley it is getting greener each day. Every day it is getting easier for the Allies to advance, each day has longer daylight for their planes. Each night is shorter for the Germans to move their traffic. Hope is growing despite the dwindling stocks of food.
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