The graveyard was silent. Another family was lost to the war. Two were soldiers, 5 were civilians, 4 were miners. The Camwell's were gone. The funeral was silent. Only the soldiers had any real friends. They had no religion. The procession was carried out by a vicar or holy man of some kind, but he could have been from any church (even Jiub). The graves were neat, but everyone knew that the acid rain would change that soon. This was one dreary day in the new London graveyard.These people, who came to give their respects, were soldiers, they didn't cry. Only the hired (for £50) weeping widow sobbed. The organ was too rusted to play, the graveyard was too crowded for passers-by to care. Such was the impact of the war. The graves were lowered. The sermon ended. The coffins were lowered. The people gave their respect.
(//Characters dead: Lt.V.Camwell , V.Camwell, Ships with new owners: Saint, Mobile.Home)
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