STILL NIGHT, SINFUL TRENCH

Still Night, Sinful Trench

The carol, a familiar melody of hope, drifted across the ravaged landscape. A haunting irony, for here in this vortex of mud and bone, the only thing silent was the snow falling upon the battered earth. The men huddled in their trenches, faces etched with a weariness that spoke of countless nights spent on this cursed battleground. Their Christmase

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