CW WW1, and someone dies. Nothing graphic though
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The boy sat before him couldn't have been older than 17. At most, a baby faced 18 year old. Likely lied about his age to get in. Excited too, unaware of the cold grasp of the trenches.
'He's not going to last long,' France thought bitterly. His type never did. Just cannon fodder.
The very next day, France was kneeled next to the boy's agonizing form. Blood gushed from his neck onto France's hands. It was too late for him.
He died within the minute.
A candle in the wind. Another number in the statistics.
France left the body behind, only to let the cycle continue.
