I don't work on this often, it's pretty much discontinued. What are the chances that two bachelors with not an ounce of experience of fighting are called to fight in The Great War? They viewed this as both an adventure and a curse, the danger was terrifying, the conditions were harsh, the bitter cold snuck through the uniforms and boots into their very bones, but after meeting eachother going home would be more painful than any injury. The life their families had planned wasn't what they wanted, and for both of them something wasn't quite right with the idea of settling down and starting a family with a lady. Perhaps it would be best, but it was not what they were looking for. Truly, it was a right person and wrong time situation. Oh, what a painful time to be in love. Authors note- This story is set out as letters between to lovers in the first world war. And don't worry, it has a plot, it's not just random! When the font is normal, it's a letter from John, when it's in italics then its a letter from James. THIS MAY NOT BE 100% HISTORICALLY ACCURATE SINCE IT WAS A REALLY RANDOM LATE NIGHT IDEA AND I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO STUDY THE TOPIC