I Dug The Bullets Out Of… The Echoes of a Forgotten War
A Battlefield of Recollections: Setting the Stage The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of rust. My arms, calloused from years of working the land, trembled barely as I gently brushed away the final layer of dust. Beneath the soil, nestled in opposition to the weathered … Read more
