The battlefield stretched for miles, a nightmare of smoke and fire. Soldiers—brothers, enemies, indistinguishable in the chaos—rushed past me, their boots pounding against the torn earth.
A mortar shell exploded nearby, throwing me to the ground. My ears rang, my body aching. But when I looked up, I saw faces.
Young,
broken,
terrified.
Memories—his memories—poured into me. Orders barked. Death counts. Blood on his hands. War crimes that burned his soul like acid.
The soldier I had become was drowning in despair.
And I was sinking with him.