La Tienne - Yours
March, 27, 1916
Mud is everywhere. Water streams shivers through it, falling rhythmically into jars and glass flasks. Sounds of life waking up –runnels of dirt sliding into the trench, wood crunching under an unseen foot, insects crawling and flying.
Metal howls swarm through the air, ending in thumping echoes as artillery shells hit the ground.
Their slow waltz towards the post pays off- the “spikes” have the flanks, bayonets lowered waiting. They know how this will end…