The death of Juan Albertez

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The war cemetery of Malta seemed quiet for once, even though there was a soft breeze passing the orange fields just below the hill were quiet as well.

There was no body to burry, yet most of the fallen men and woman here faced such a death. Their loved ones sometimes visited them all, those who were not blessed by such still got a orange flower placed on their grave to remind them they were missed.

Noone did came to Juan's grave, noone yet knew. Yet when they would find out, the grave would have already sprouted a lonely flower, which was soon after, broken by the wind.