It was the smell that kept his eyes open even though he was dripping with sweat, mud and exhaustion, waiting for the enemy to come over the hill.
Just a few dozen men, weary from nonstop battle, left to defend against and unseen and unknown.
A fog started to roll in around them and rain drops echoed as it made contact with their muddy uniforms and hard hats.
Their commander shouted orders through the fog. The enemy was here! They loaded their guns and waited for the sign to fire.
The fog parted, creating a shadow that swallowed them whole.
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