The Trenches: A POV of 1917

In the mud of 1917, the world wasn't a map; it was a narrow

ditch of liquid earth and iron rain. They called it drumfire—a relentless roll

of artillery that turned the ground into a graveyard of metal. But amidst the

horror, survival wasn't just an instinct; it was a bond of brotherhood that

refused to break. Even here, where hope seemed buried in the filth,

the human spirit endured, unyielding against the storm of war.