It had dragged on for months. Cold, mud, noise filled their souls, numbing and dulling the senses. There were times when they thought it would never end. Some couldn’t bear it and deliberately faced the bullets rather than endure one more second. They lost count of the days and only the intense cold told them it was December. Then, came a moment when the big noise ceased. They looked at each other in consternation, confused.
‘Is it me or are bells ringing?’
They looked over the top and saw the enemy, standing in the open, a crude football at their feet. For a moment, there was peace.