34th & St. George, right up against the hedge that fences the cemetery.

In the morning I squeezed through the hedge and found myself at the corner of the cemetery reserved for military. From a distance you can’t tell that these are graves, the stones are flush with the ground and slowly being covered by grass. There are privates, corporals, sergeants… no higher ranks, as far as I could tell. Most of the stones are from 1945, but this one is from 1946. B. Liss was a sapper, a defuser of bombs; a lethal job even after the war’s end.