I felt the rush of the lead bee pass my head as I slipped over the top of the trench towards the enemy positions. We had been told that we would be going over the top the night before and I hadn’t slept since. I kept feeling the cold dread of facing the enemy in a murderous hail of fire and seeing the image of me lying in the mud, blood trickling from my mouth.
I was now in the thick of a battle I neither understood nor cared for. Battles such as this one had waged throughout the war for what amounted for little tracts of land. Pointless battles, squandered lives, inhospitable living conditions; they called it The Great War, there was nothing great about it.
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