There is a crowd of people at the station, waiting to wave the troops goodbye. The young soldier desperately lean out of windows; delaying saying that final goodbye to loved ones; family; friends. Children are lifted up to kiss their fathers; their little rosy faces confused by the raw emotion hanging in the air. A few women try standing on something or are held up by the soldiers in the windows; talking close, whispering sweet nothings before kissing husbands and boyfriends for what might be the last time.
One woman scrambles up to her sweethearts level at the window and they embrace, tears staining her cheek. It's touching, heartbreaking. So sweet. So sad -- here they are in love and maybe he never came back. This may be the last touch, their finger tips desperately cling to one another as the train begins to roll away.
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