A small, grey soldier who was counted as MIA for the past 12 years. Recently found injured but alive in my Grandmother’s house.
Like all boys, I loved my army men. I used to buy bags of them and conduct war amongst the ‘Greens’ and the ‘Greys’. Strangely, I always considered the green army to be the good guys and the grey army to be the bad guys.
I suppose this only stands as testament to the power of colour and how history is truly written by the victor. Countless hours were spent playing with this small figures and I always think of my childhood when I gaze upon this sole survivor.
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