I Dug The Bullets Out Of… The Echoes of a Forgotten War
A Battlefield of Memories: Setting the Stage The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of rust. My hands, calloused from years of working the land, trembled slightly as I gently brushed away the last layer of dirt. Beneath the soil, nestled against the weathered oak, lay … Read more
