A thick blanket of smoke drifting up into the air.
The stench of rotting, disgusting dead soldiers lying around me.
The deafening noises of machine guns firing not far from where stand.
The powerful burst beneath my feet as cannons fire rapidly.
The disgusting, putrid smell of gases and fumes lurking in the air.
I think that I will be extremely lucky to make it through this war alive.
Anais Grant
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