Echoes of the Trenches

The mud... it swallows everything. Your boots, your hope, even the memory

of home. Every explosion is a reminder. We are just dust waiting to

be scattered. But look beside you. You are not alone in this

hell. We breathe together. Arthur doesn't say a word. He doesn't have

to. We survive for each other. Fear is the constant,

but the human spirit... it refuses to break.