What is the Price of a Mile?

Rain fell upon the landscape of northwestern Belgium. The sky had been blotted out by the black storm clouds, which were welcomed in a torrential downpour of epic proportions.

The only illumination which could be witnessed by the men huddling under the cover their trenches provided for them was the burning husks of Allied tanks which had tried and failed to push against the fortifications which the German and Belgians soldiers used as cover.

These ruined machines of war lie sunken halfway into the mud beneath them, as the downpour continued to create pools of water throughout the landscape. Turning the now barren and lifeless landscape into a marsh filled with nothing but the drowned corpses of the recently departed.

The charge had failed, miserably so, as the soldiers of the Central Powers bravely stood their ground and obliterated half a million men in the course of a day. And now the sound of guns echoed in the distanced as the counter battery began.