ch.4 : Fatigue

November 1914

Near Ypres, Belgium

Jim's unit had been in the trenches for weeks. The relentless rain turned the earth into a quagmire. Mud clung to every surface, weighing down boots and spirits.

"Jim, you're with me on sentry duty," Tom said, his voice low and tired.

Jim nodded, rubbing his eyes. Sleep was a luxury they couldn't afford.

As they stood watch, the darkness seemed to press in around them. Jim's thoughts drifted to his family, warm and safe back home.