What did the poster above you do after posting on this thread?
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Exhaling deeply, Fijiman replaced the pencil stub on the dirt-encrusted wooden surface of his desk. He folded the message and handed it to the courier. As the young man bolted away down the narrow trench, boots thumping on the grimy duckboards, Fijiman extracted his pocket watch and scrutinized its face. Satisfied that it still operated with efficiency, he replaced it carefully in the depths of his smock. Around him, the usual distant crack of artillery fire was replaced with a sudden and almost worrying calm. One could finally hear the flutter of birds alighting in song, and even the gusts of air that skirted the trench-top and whipped over the weary soldiers' helmets.
Fijiman wrenched the wicked length of steel out of the dead conscript's helmet, releasing a bubbling stream of blood that clung to the sleeve of his uniform in dark, sticky strings. He wiped the blade clean on the dead man's smock before replacing it on the end of his rifle and assessing the situation in the dugout. Twelve remained, including him. Twelve, out of the original proud two hundred who had marched to these blood-soaked fields what seemed like a lifetime ago. The endless waves of untrained and frightened youths had been slowly but steadily eroding their defenses through sheer force of numbers since dawn broke and now, with the sun's glow beginning to retreat over the splintered treetops, it seemed the final killing blow would fall before night did.
