The sky was misty, smoke billowed from a recently exploded shell. All around lay bodies of men I once knew, their crimson blood staining the scarred land. A head rose, staring with terrified eyes. “Help”, he shouted, frantically, before falling silent. I looked up, only to realise that I was in grave danger. A shell was heading straight for me, its tip glittering silver in the daylight. Instantly I turned and ran. The ground was thick with mud and lined with barbed wire leading to explosives. Guns fired behind me, as I wished I was out of this terrible nightmare.