Here Comes the Santa Hero
The rattling sound of wagons mixed with the clanking of metal armor.
It was still spring, but the sunlight already felt close to summer.The soldiers’ breathing carried the heat of exhaustion.
Even so, their steps were light.
It was thanks to the rain from the day before.
Not every day, but once every two or three days, soft spring rain would fall.The dry fields finally looked alive again, and the soldiers seemed to feel even their heavy luggage as a happy burden.
Of course, to farmers it may have looked like ordinary rain.But to the soldiers, it was not normal at all.
For some reason, the rain always followed the army’s march — and it never fell during marching hours.
For many years they had barely seen proper rainfall, yet now refreshing spring rain continued for days.It filled the soldiers’ hearts with strange feelings.
It…
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