We came in, guns pointed, blades brandished, as the gas seeped through and brought misery to those whose faces could still be seen.
A once dry morning in wet trenches, as the blood began to flow, the sky began to weep once more. It was if God has decided to drown out the works of the devil, done through us.
It was a flood of blood and mud, worthy of those in the tales of Genesis. The flood of Noah is here once more, to drown out the sin and grief of an older world.