Unhappy Memory

It is dusk, almost dark. It is very cold out and the trees have no leaves, so it must be some time around winter. I'm at the edge of the airfield where it turns into the woods, and I'm alone. I'm in a melancholy mood. I'm dressed in a dark cap, heavy black or dark blue coat. I stay out there until I see the lights come on at the base. Someone comes out looking for me. This person seems to know me better than the others and has the knowledge or courage to approach me while I'm in this kind of mood. I'm upset, really upset. I think someone has died.

The person who has come out is very tall and thin. Could be Kurt Wolff or even Werner Voss. I am not sure who except that they are kind to me. I'm leaning against a tree. I'm talking with him, who is dressed in a long heavy coat and hat. It is completely dark now, and I'm really cold. Though I act as though I do not feel it. The other person is trying to convince me to go inside with him. After some coaxing he puts his arm around me and we walk back. We go inside a brightly lit room. The light seems incredibly bright after being outside. Someone immediately gives me something to drink. They all know that I'm upset, but no one says anything. I feel as if they understand my feelings completely and we are all dealing with our feelings in our own way.