Furrowed



I turned fifteen in 1916. I was overseas. On that morn, I lifted my head above the trench to look across the battlefield.

Coils of concertina wire lay across the furrowed ground. Trenches filled with dead, frightened, and damaged men.


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    • I heard that my Grandpa’s brother was fifteen when he served. Encouraged to enlist by his parents. My father got his drivers license when he was eight. I don’t know, maybe life was shorter then so people just got started earlier.

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