Man at War – Excerpt No. 213

When dealing with an old church or an abandoned fortification they often used charges to deny further use of the area. This generally coincided with a raid on the Huns to camouflage their activities. People are going to notice this one.

So, Marc unholstered his pistol and went inside without a flashlight. The men at the entrance were momentarily confused by his lack of gas mask. Easy to forget as one grows accustomed to my presence.

One hundred-and-thirteen paces in, he came across the first flare. The bright red light gave the earthen tunnel a hellish glow, which was fitting for a place where ghouls congregated.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a British Officer with a determined expression, wearing a worn trench coat and helmet, holding a pistol in his right hand, walking into a dimly lit mine tunnel, the walls of which are made of rough-hewn stone, with old wooden beams supporting the ceiling, the air thick with dust and the smell of damp earth, set in No Man's Land at night in 1915, with a film grain texture, photorealistic details, and a color palette that blends warm golden tones with cool blues and greys, capturing the eerie and ominous atmosphere of the wartime landscape.

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