"All Quiet on the Western Front" By Michael Roscoe and james cannone

"Our trench is almost gone. At many places it is only eighteen inches high; it is broken by holes, and craters, and mountains of earth."

"Suddenly it howls and flashes terrifically, the dugout cracks in all its joints under a direct hit, fortunately only a light one that the concrete blocks are able to withstand."

"rifles, helmets, earth, mud, and dust fly everywhere. Sulfur fumes pour in…."

"We seize the hand grenades, pitch them out in front of the dugout..."

"...and fifty yards from us a machine gun is already in position and barking"

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