This is a short story about a soldier of the First World War. When you read the story you will see that I do not give him a name. It is an attempt to force the reader to identify with the man and not who is right or who is wrong. It is a story about futility and fear, it is a story about bravery and sacrifice. It is a story that is intended to show that each nations pride and glory has a cost, and that cost is the blood of those that fight.