Echoes of the Trenches

The mud is the first thing that breaks a man's spirit in this hell.

But the noise of the artillery is what truly haunts your every waking moment.

Look at Leo. He is so young, yet his eyes are already hollow

and empty. Thomas grabs my shoulder. He reminds me that I am

still standing, still alive. The earth itself is trying to swallow us whole

in this mechanical slaughterhouse. In the chaos, we find a strange brotherhood born

of fire and mud. The whistle is coming. That one sound

that determines if we live or die. Resilience isn't about being brave.