QUAINT NIGHT, BLOODY TRENCH

Quaint Night, Bloody Trench

The song, a familiar melody of hope, drifted across the ravaged landscape. A haunting irony, for here in this abyss of mud and steel, 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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