The Distant Affair
The mud is thick. It sticks to your boots. You do not feel your toes. You are in the trench. The rain has not stopped for three days. It falls like a heavy curtain. It hides the world. It hides the sky. You hold your rifle. The wood is wet. It slides in your hand. You grip it tighter. Your knuckles are white. You are a sergeant. You have a name. You have a rank. But here, you are just a pair of...
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