All Quiet On The Western Front 1914-1918
The wire still bites. The mist thickens. The land remembers what men tried to forget. This was once a boundary - now it’s a grave marker for silence, for fog, for the ghosts of orders followed too well.
The wire still bites. The mist thickens. The land remembers what men tried to forget. This was once a boundary - now it’s a grave marker for silence, for fog, for the ghosts of orders followed too well.