"Keep praying. I think God is about to change his mind."
The only refuge from the rain of fire was a narrow slit dug into the earth. The soldiers cowered against blood splattered dirt walls writhing with arterial flesh colored earthworms tunneling around them. Joachim after earlier expressing a curiosity to see the thunderstorm of fire and shrapnel of an artillery barrage was now in the midst of one crouching in the mud. His fingers were laced behind his head, and his shivering body was seized by shivering convulsions every time a shell exploded too closely. His weapon lay flat in the dirt next to him. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he begged to go home.
He was not the only boy at the front to find out, that despite all the bravado were not a natural fit for combat.
The stony-eyed combat hardened veterans huddled down and medicated their rattled nerves with chain …