We managed, miraculously, to, hold off the German attack. But Mund took a hit to the nose and we couldn't save his oversized honker. He then commited suicide in much the same manner as Chrisps because his nose had been his best friend for as long as he could remember (!?!?!?).
The next week passed without much event, and priests randomly came round to bless our guns before they were used. One came and sat next to me, by then i was a loner because all my trench mates had died. 'Silly isn't it, this war?' He said.
''Yup'' I said ''and they said it'd be over by christmas''
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