Daily Prompt: Slog (100WordStory)

The artillery ceased. A deathly silence suffocated. The corporal looked down the line, of his comrades he could only see their eyes, vacant. Nothing mattered now, he could see that already they were dead.

The anticipation overwhelmed, but they felt nothing. Many wanted to weep, but emotion had been blasted from these men. They were empty, no more than living corpses.

The whistles blew, piercing this morbid slumber. Men began to climb over the trench, emerging as ghosts through the gun smoke. The roar of battle retuned. Silently to themselves they prayed their miserable prayers as they paced towards death.

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