Whoa. That took me closer to war than I wanted to be. It was a graphic description of death without the killing part. I can smell the nasty rotting stench of no man's land. The way the mud almost became a character was genius. I loved the part where he spoke to the dead man and found a picture of the man's wife. The rats the maggots the bullets it nocked on all the doors I expected, but his wound seemed like an afterthought. I didn't feel the bullet or the wound I would think it would be pretty preoccupying with the pain and all. There were a couple of places where I thought, "but wait wasn't he wounded?" Like when he poked his head out of his hole. How did he put weight on it. And at the end when he was crawling back it seemed not to impede his movement. I feel he should have done something to attempt to attend to it. Perhaps a bandage from part of his sleeve, or some kind of attempt to slow the bleeding... He seems to have paid it no mind instead conversing with a corpse. Is that a comment on the madness of war?