Through the Trenches: A POV of the Great War

The ground never stops shaking. It is like the earth itself is screaming for

mercy. Arthur, stay low! We hold this line,

no matter what happens to us today. Mud is the only constant here.

It swallows men, machines, and their very hope. The whistle.

It is the sound of the end, or perhaps a new beginning.

One step at a time. Do it for the man fighting right beside you.

We are more than ghosts in the dirt. We are still alive,

and we survive together.