The Buried Volunteers

In the nineteen hundreds, some desperate men volunteered for the unthinkable.

To prove their endurance, or simply seek a pardon, they agreed to

be buried alive in the cold, damp earth. But the silence of the grave

is heavy. Panic sets in the moment the first shovel of dirt hits the

lid. Oxygen thins. The heat rises. The wood begins to groan.

Hours feel like eternities. The mind begins to fracture as the weight of

the world presses down on your chest. Few emerged the same.

The darkness leaves a mark that no light can ever truly wash away.