Als mein Vater noch lebteerzählte er gerne so eine Kriegsgeschichteein Granatsplitter wäre durch den Leibrock in seinen Rücken gegangen und man hatte ihn nicht entfernen könnensei zu dicht am Rückgratmit den Jahren sei das Schrapnell zwischen den Schultern gewandert in einer großen EitertascheIch bin müde mir ist übelund ich hab das Ding immer noch nicht gefunden
Back when my dad was still aliveHe would fondly talk about the warA piece of shrapnel had once pierced thru his tunic and into his back. The medic couldn't remove it because it was lodged too closely to his spine.Over the years, the shrapnel moved in between his shoulders. And a large pocket of puss formed around it.Just thinking about it makes me weary and noxiousAnd I still haven't been able to find the darn thing!