Insane Enemies

Darkness is everywhere. The extended periods of silence are louder than when shells crack overhead and the debris clanks against the metal ground. We fight the bitter cold more savagely than we do our declared opponent, and hunger is the more ferocious foe. The stench of death surrounds us. The taste of each man’s anguish pierces the heart and the soul and the mind. The night lasts forever. We are trapped in a crazy man’s dream from which there is no escape because the tyrant refuses to awaken. We bathe in blood, our own blood. We shower in our sweat and tears. The night continues on; the darkness is never ceasing. They are determined to kill us all whether by slaying the heart or the soul or the mind.