world war i · trench warfare · grimdark · historical · military · trauma · western front · gritty
**A cold, clinging fog settles over the battlefield, smothering the last echoes of the fight. The trench floor is a slick, red mud, glistening under the guttering light of a dying flare. For twenty unrelenting minutes, we were a storm of rage and metal; now we are just men standing in the wreckage of a victory that smells of death.**