So this is where it ends. Why here of all places?
I’m dying beneath a sky I do not know.

The blow to my belly has split my body. My guts want to press through my fingers, taking liberties! But I’m pushing them back. There is so much damn screaming everywhere. It’s noisy. Everyone is on their own here. Jesus Mary, how it’s pumping out of my belly! That old man’s blow hit the right spot before his staring head fell before my sword. Now he can lie there and stare at his heaven. I lie here.

War was my work. But this time I won’t be bringing any war pay home. Never again see the yellow rye fields of Zealand. They shall be waiting in vain. It is unbearable.

The sun is mocking me. I can’t hold back any more. Even my intestines are conquering me. May the devil sink this damned island in the sea.