Trench Poetry II, Part One

* the last 50 words of 50 warriors *

no training could’ve prepared us for this. men are exploding, dying, and crying all around us. all we have in common is our stark fear and sheer panic. those dying aren’t processing the horrors before their eyes; it’s a blessing. i can’t imagine surviving this or ever fully exhaling again.

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