002. Men Of No Consequence
Archie stood wearily in the forward trench alongside Nick, the only other remaining member of his group. Ordnance detonated somewhere overhead, neither man bothered to take cover anymore. So unlike his first day in this horror. Back then he would flinch and cower at every boom. The sheer frequency of the explosions, the dreadful sight of the mangled corpses, the constant risk of joining them, all served as some macabre inoculation against the fear. It wasn’t that he hated Nick, he just didn’t care much for him. It was just a feeling. It might have had something to do with the age difference, he wasn’t sure. Whereas Archie was a young man of 23 years, Nick was … older. Come to think of it he didn’t know exactly how old Nick was, but he was certainly much older. He had an impalpable darkness about him. They had little in common, or rather he suspected they would have had little in common if he’d been interested enough to l...