Chapter One
One winter morning, the sun began to rise over the horizon as I crept slowly onto the muddy ground. I held my hands over my ears to dull the sound of the machine guns, spitting bullets at my surroundings as I began to move along the mold of the trenches. The guns had a way of killing and hurting people without having the heart to say NO. As I moved, the sound burst my ears heartlessly like a lion roaring at my soul for touching No Mans Land.
