A brief history of trench warfare
Our last night in that trench, we got drunk on the wine we took from the dead italians. We laughed as hard as we could in the face of death, inevitable and delayed, knowing in the morning the kraut line would push lethally past us.
I told the boys all I loved them and joey told me he loved me too. I told joey that I didn't love him like that and no one laughed, because we all know joey did love me like that.
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