Battle injuries Stories

He lay stretched out on the narrow iron framed bedIdly staring at the cracked and blotchy ceiling,Its surface resembling a map of no man's land,A senseless wilderness of craters and barbed wire.Unthinking, his mind was empty of all feelingOther than a sense of utter futility,A weariness that had seeped into his marrowLike the water bleeding from the walls of the trenchWhose narrow confines had become his entire world,A pl...