Jacob Lawrence, Dreams No. 3 -- Toreador (1966)

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December 17, 2004:

A concrete bunker, reinforced. Steel helmets; anxious words in shouted German. The tinkling sound of copper shells striking concrete floor, falling like water from fast-spitting machine guns. Smoke, explosions. They're shooting their way in through the door. An American sargent with a Thompson. The bullets burn; the taste is of metal and ash. Falling, falling. All goes quiet and dark.

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