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<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 13:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[Military Minifigures The Forest]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The forest swallowed them whole. Trees pressed close, branches grabbed at uniforms, snow hid the path. Unteroffizier Hoffmann led his men through the white maze, compass his only guide.<br /><br />Third day without food. Fifth day without sleep. Men stumbled, fell, rose again. Some didn't rise.<br /><br />A cry from behind. Hoffmann turned to find Klein on his knees, hands pressed to his chest, blood seeping through his fingers. A straggler's bullet-partisan, deserter, no one knew.<br /><br />Hoffmann knelt beside him. "Klein. Klein, look at me."<br /><br />The boy's eyes found his, already distant. "Home," he whispered. "I want to go home."<br /><br />Hoffmann held him as he died, there in the snow, far from home, far from everything.<br /><br />They buried him under a pine, no marker, no prayer. Hoffmann scratched a cross in the bark-the only memorial a fleeing army could offer.<br /><br />Then they marched on, leaving Klein with the forest, leaving another piece of themselves behind.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 13:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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