The long walk home.

[Efrafa]

Underneath the dust and copious ash is UR Aussie.

His tiny airplane went down in 1917, during the initial confusion of the United States' involvement in the first World War.

UR Aussie could not repair his craft...nor even locate it. He tried to make radio contact with his superiors, but the static was so great that only a few souls were able to hear him through those countless attempts. Those who heard him were asking the same questions he was, and ultimately, he learned nothing.

He could find no promised transport ship for the wounded.

Two things remained for UR Aussie. His home in Virgina. His strong sense of direction.

His journey was long...dark...and very cold...for he could no longer swim. He walked the ocean floor.

When at long last his farm he reached, no one would speak to him. He no longer comprehended the living.

Two things remained for UR Aussie. A headstone... His true name.

[Efrafa]

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