Literature
Of the Knight von Brandenburg
The rumble and shaking in your chest when you hear a loud sound, like the resonance of enemy shells striking the earth, or our own being launched at the enemy. Too soon for that now, the enemy had not appeared though we knew it was likely to be another gruesome affair. This rumble in particular was more like the baritone timber of a voice emanating from the old knight Hansi von Brandenburg. Unmistakable even behind tightly closed doors within our stretch of trench’s headquarters. Men standing guard looked at each other in fear, dismay, what could have alarmed our good knight to this extent?
It was true that though the fortifications had gone on smoothly and we had been blessed with dry earth to work with, he was in a foul mood since its begginning. The hard frown was barely masked by his enormous white moustache. Yet this could have been mistaken for a pre-battle stare until the mysterious trucks arrived with the strange men in yellow uniforms that had truly set him into a rage.
