Upward and downward tendencies

Photograph, with this on the back:

One morning the message was delivered that everything was out in the open. Bob had served us some coffee but none of us were drinking. In the smell of hot coffee we breathed silence. Something is about to happen and you already know that it will happen. Just before the shells fell it was already possible to count the dead and wounded. We breathed chest pain, ether. Evil again in the head. A morning without color. Unusable names in our passports.

"There is too little line in our offense", you said. "In everything we do, you mean!" I said