Sam and Peter huddled in the muddy trench, rain falling like tears. “We’ll see the sun tomorrow,” Peter said. He didn’t believe it anymore than Sam did, but they wove tales of home to keep the darkness at bay. When dawn came, the whistle blew, and they climbed over the top to face their enemies once more. Only Sam returned, clutching a letter for his mother. The world was cold and brutal, but brothers-in-arms gave him strength enough to march on in remembrance of his friend who never stopped believing that he’d see the sun.
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