“World War I: Trenches, Gas, and Ghosts”
“World War I: Trenches, Gas, and Ghosts”
Blog Article
They called it the Great War.
The War to End All Wars.
But it was neither great
nor an ending.
For Britain,
it began with uniforms pressed
and songs on the lips of young men
who believed in glory.
They boarded ships
laughing,
believing they’d return by Christmas.
But what waited for them
was mud.
Trenches that stretched for miles,
filled with rats,
with water,
with fear.
Gas rolled in without warning—
invisible,
burning lungs,
melting eyes.
Shells fell from skies
that once held only stars.
And between it all—
the silence.
The waiting.
The wondering.
If they’d ever see home again.
Officers gave orders.
Soldiers obeyed.
And fields once green
turned red
with names never spoken again.
Like chips scattered across a table at 우리카지노,
where no hand feels real
when the stakes are this human.
The Battle of the Somme alone
took over a million lives.
And what for?
Lines moved inches.
Hearts were changed forever.
By 1918,
the war ended.
But nothing felt like peace.
Because you cannot bomb a continent
and expect its people
to simply pick up the pieces.
Kind of like the fog that never lifts at 원엑스벳(1XBET),
where no matter how the game ends—
you carry it long after you leave.