STILL NIGHT, BLOODY TRENCH

Still Night, Bloody Trench

The carol, a familiar melody of hope, drifted across the ravaged landscape. A haunting irony, for here in this abyss of mud and gore, the only thing silent was the snow falling upon the charred earth. The men huddled in their trenches, faces etched with a weariness that spoke of countless days spent on this cursed battleground. Their Christmases we

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