Man at War – Excerpt No. 227

They passed by a soldier who was struggling, so Marc walked up alongside him and helped him with his role. The young corporal nearly fainted when he realized who was lending him a hand.

Marc simply smiled and made a symbol as though pressing down on something. He wanted the soldier to slow down and take it easy. I know from experience how fragile the human body is.

Murphy looked on in the background, with one of his one-sided smirks. The man of war had no idea what the intent was, but it could not have been all that bad.

While Marc would have helped the soldier walk, he knew that pride was a factor. Better to arrive on their own two feet in pain than suffer through the humiliation of being carried in.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of wounded British soldiers with worn and tattered uniforms limping their way in a ragtag line towards an aid station under the dark sky of No Man's Land at night, with faces etched in exhaustion and pain, their skin illuminated only by the faint moonlight and distant explosions, set against a backdrop of ravaged trenches and barren landscape, captured in a photorealistic style with film grain, blending the horrors of war with the dreamlike quality of surrealism, with earthy tones of brown and green dominating the scene, and the faint glow of lanterns in the aid station casting a sense of hope amidst the chaos, every detail meticulously rendered to evoke a sense of despair and resilience.

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