And now that the world has finally learned how to read it, the photograph says what men like him were denied in life.

That he was wounded.

That the wound was real.

That being unseen did not mean being unharmed.

And that somewhere in that trench, while everyone bent over the man who bled where they could understand it, another soldier sat only feet away and vanished into a darkness no one yet knew how to treat except by looking away.

More than a century later, we are still looking.

At last, we know what we are seeing.

A trench. A battle. A wounded man in the center.

And in the lower left corner, preserved forever in September mud, the most invisible casualty of all.

A human mind falling apart.

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