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THE THINGS HE CARRIED
2. A Crown of Thorns
He carried a crown of thorns.
The soldiers’ logic had a brutal simplicity. A cruel, schoolboy logic. He said he was a king, so dress him up as one. A purple robe. Some twisted thorn. A makeshift crown. Briers and acacia. The barbed wire of the bush. Harvest it gingerly. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Stack him up. Salute him. Stretch him. Strike him. Scratch him. Scar him. Skewer him. Scoff and mock him.And afterwards the grazed hands of the harvesters plunged into...
Taken from The Things He Carried by Stephen Cottrell.
Published by SPCK
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