“The realization hit us like an 88mm shell slamming into our midst.”
“What is really behind the vacant stare in the eyes of young men preparing to go into combat, knowing that many of them will die or be maimed?”
“I think each of us secretly wished an enemy patrol would come along, for in the heat of battle one does not feel the cold as much. Anything would have been better than that chilling, numbing torture.”
“Night passes slowly in a foxhole. You sit there staring into the dark, listening to nerve-wracking sounds like the crack of a twig, the wind in the trees, or a dog barking in the distance.”
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