The mud clung to every crack. The constant deafening clang of artillery in the distance was a grim constant that life here was fragile. We huddled together, hoping for solace in each other's company. The silence between the bursts of fire was more oppressive than the chaos itself. Every sound could be an enemy, every shadow a hidden assailant. Endu

The muck clung to every crevice. The constant shrill clang of artillery in the distance was a grim reminder that life here was precarious. We huddled together, trying for solace in each other's company. The silence between the bursts of fire was more oppressive than the chaos itself. Every noise could be an foe, every shadow a hidden assailant. Sta

The sludge clung to every crack. The constant shrill clang of artillery in the distance was a grim constant that life here was precarious. We huddled together, hoping for strength in each other's company. The quiet between the barrages of fire was more oppressive than the chaos itself. Every noise could be an enemy, every shadow a hidden killer. En