It is November 18, 1916. In the distance, the noise of Somme’s river thunders through my ears, alongside a deafening shooting intended to spread death.
Up above in the top of the chain, people in power sending people in debt, to fight their battles with no need to outset. Down here, people in disgrace, screaming and suffering for the countries they protect.
A fightfull scent in no man’s land spreads all around the world through a vicious chain that disturbs every soldier’s blood and dearest friend.
And all these hate for further power, which price arises mankind’s sour. Leaving only more desire.
