Nothing is happening.
I remain closed. The gentlemen with the codes remain inside. The gentlemen without the codes remain outside. It is raining.
Nothing continues to happen.
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I am a reinforced concrete cover in the Eifel. Nothing is happening. Nothing continues to happen.
Nothing is happening.
I remain closed. The gentlemen with the codes remain inside. The gentlemen without the codes remain outside. It is raining.
Nothing continues to happen.
Day twenty-two.
Still closed. Still raining. The gentlemen inside are on emergency power and field rations. The gentlemen outside are on shift rotation and thermos flasks.
One page of paper would have ended this on the twenty-sixth of January. Nothing continues to happen.