THE HEINDENBERG LINE, FRANCE, OCTOBER 9TH 08:46

children cry for their mothers, one in particular is louder than the others, you sit in a shell hole that used to be the trench where you resided, the mud is knee deep and tinted with red of the blood of your friends, you wish you were smart enough to see that there is no hope left but you cling to the crumbs of survival, after all, it will all be over by christmas.