บท 89: Story 89: The Forgotten Battalion

The battlefield was a desolate wasteland, scorched by the relentless onslaught of war. Once fertile fields were now charred and barren, littered with the remnants of shattered lives. A cold wind swept across the land, carrying the stench of death and the distant echoes of gunfire. The sky, once blue and serene, was now an ominous shade of gray, heavy with the weight of countless unburied souls.

Lieutenant Jack Thompson stood at the edge of a crater, his rifle slung over his shoulder, and his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The war had dragged on for years, with no end in sight. What had begun as a fight for freedom had devolved into a nightmare of endless bloodshed and despair. Thompson’s battalion, once a proud unit of a hundred strong, had been reduced to a handful of weary, battle-hardened soldiers.