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... d meters altitude, the forward positions of the Western Front were vividly alarming.
They were not the simple lines on a sandbox, but jagged, charred trenches, like ugly scars left after the earth had been repeatedly torn apart.
Between the trenches lay scorched earth, repeatedly plowed by artillery, devoid of any growth, strewn with twisted metal wreckage and unrecognizable debris.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, ozone, and a faint mix of blood an ...
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