trench warfare
There are no glorious stories in wars. Nor pretty tales of a patriotic history. There are only desperate and agonized men trying to find ways to go on. Neumann tries to see flowers growing in that barren land, the tomb of men, called the trench. However, for him, flowers also wear a uniform. Private Schulz's company was his way of continuing.
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