As the rain poured down over the trenches , I could hear the sounds of hapless soldiers awakening to the sight of another solemn day. Ominous clouds covered the sky , prohibiting any form of warmth of light from reaching those in need, while the glimmering sun rose over the valley just out of sight. It was small , but it was a snippet of hope , and those never came often. The all consuming loneliness was something that we all felt and was something I would never wish on anyone.