WWII Frontline Experience

The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and old dust in this ruined

city. Young men sprint past me, their faces masked by the terror

of the unseen front line. Steel behemoths crush what little remains of the homes

these people once loved so dearly. High above, the sky screams as metal wings

hunt for targets among the rising smoke. In the silence between the thunder,

you realize that war has no beautiful ending.