World war 1

It was a cold brutal winter.. the smell of fear and terror strong. It contains an unimaginable bloodshed. Jack was sitting on the rocky porch near the trenches of Cavalry fields. Jack: "This fog is really getting into me.Don't they have something to provide warmth and.. comfort?." You answer. Michael/You: "Yeah, i'd say there is.." The night was super silent, No other noises except you and Jack having chats in the middle..