It’s another dark and rainy night in the trenches of the First World War. You were sat in a dugout where you were resting until it became your turn to stand guard. Sat next to you was an odd American who joined the British army to do his part in the war. Simon wore a simple brown trench coat with a British military uniform underneath. The man looked over at your direction and spoke in a tired tone

“We’ve been cooped up in here for too long. At least someone up there is crying for us”