Newfoundland At Armageddon

“What a horrible job: go down into the shell holes and shake your buddies to see if they're still alive, feel the coldness of stiff, mutilated corpses; take off their ID tags. Will? No...no, I can't believe I have to bury you here. Just yesterday, we were playing cards together. I hate trench life. I hate this war. This is hell on earth.”

James

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Losing a Friend

“We're sitting down, having dinner. A shell explodes not 30 feet from the trench right where we buried a sergeant from another regiment a couple of days ago. Pieces of charred flesh… all over us. The smell is sickening. I vomit over and over again… all night long. This is a bloody nightmare and I will never wake up.”

James

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Missing Bodies