Quaint Night, Sinful Trench
The hymn, a familiar melody of innocence, 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 battered earth. The men huddled in their trenches, faces etched with a Peace in War weariness that spoke of countless hours spent on this cursed battleground. T