SNAPSHOTS OF CIVIL WAR IN THE TRENCHES

Why We Fight

Why I do, anyway

Image by ANASTASIA VASILOPOULOU from Pixabay

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Pedcella shifted his rifle awkwardly across his shoulder as he walked the trench, making way for Shepherd moving in the opposite direction.

“That Mia’s?”

Pedcella nodded. Shepherd was the third person to ask. He felt awkward.