VOICES FROM THE HELLHOLES

The muck clung to every gap. The constant piercing thump of artillery in the distance was a grim reminder that life here was tenuous. We huddled together, searching for comfort in each other's company. The silence between the attacks of fire was more oppressive than the chaos itself. Every sound could be an enemy, every shadow a hidden sniper. Surv

The mud clung to every gap. The constant shrill rattle of artillery in the distance was a grim harbinger that life here was tenuous. We huddled together, trying for comfort in each other's faces. The quiet between the barrages of fire was more terrifying than the chaos itself. Every sound could be an enemy, every shadow a hidden sniper. Survival de