The shells screamed, roaring towards the frontline, a
sound echoed by the green soldier manning the target position, as though both
were equally terrified of the barrage. As the rounds began to throw up great
clods of dirt, men dove towards the shelters dug into the sides of the trenches.
Some of the shells had been packed with shrapnel that maimed any that it didn’t
kill. Despite the chaos, the soldiers managed to be thankful that is wasn’t a
gas attack. The lucky made it underground unhurt. The unlucky died in the muddy
ruts. The extremely unlucky were buried alive.
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