Chapter 1
"Prologue"
The radio crackles, voices of the noncommissioned officer who was in charge of his squad, his tone sounds calm to the naked eye, but to those on the ground, it's a sound of pure desperation, He's fumbling his words, the sound of gunfire can be heard in the background accompanying the screams of his men, unbeknownst to his young men their fates have been sealed as these words go over the radio, the entire command shack going silent at such a request.
"Alpha 1 to Hawkeye, Bomb our location."
The lieutenant who was in charge of coordinating our fire support replied to the message, he sounds stern but his hands are shaking as he holds the radio in his hand, a trickle of sweat running down his temple.
"Hawkeye to Alpha 1.."
The Lieutenant gulps, closing his eyes momentarily as his eyes then open, he speaks into the radio once again after a momentary pause.
"Roger, Out."
The Lieutenant sighs as he then turns towards the other radio on his desk to his right, he picks it up and then dials in the coordinates.
The young noncommissioned officer stays on the line, shouts and arguing are heard over the radio as the 155 millimeter artillery shells rain down on the trench. The Lieutenant sighs, slamming his clenched fist down onto the table, he stands up and walks outside of the shack to take a smoke.
He reaches into his pocket, taking out his pack of cigarettes, opening up the pack he takes one out and slips the pack into his pocket, he takes out his lighter from his breast pocket in his uniform, He cups his hands over the cigarette as he lights it, taking a puff out of it as he winds down from the events that had taken place only minutes before.
Another uniformed officer walks towards him, standing next to him as he speaks up.
"Anything new?"
"Nothing much.. Just the usual, you know?"
He takes a puff out of his cigarette, turning his head towards him.
"How about you? Got anything new?"
"Yeah, I'm being rotated out of this shithole."
"Lucky fucker you are.."
"Yeah - I am."
"When will this fucking war end?"