Quaint Night, Sinful Trench
The hymn, a familiar melody of innocence, drifted across the ravaged landscape. A haunting irony, for here in this vortex 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 hours spent on this cursed battleground. Their Christm