Secretious morn held aftly the solemn souls that quickened to their lead laden posts,adorned with the half-absent bodies of their friends.Cold, crisp air, moistened by the early hours dew, seeped past each soldiers ear,harking the silence of death's sweeping scythe.Rounds upon rounds of coiled wire, nashed with shredding teeth,encircled the men's position.Rounds upon rounds of … [Read more...] about For A Sunday’s Requiem, By: Charlie Shields