The air still smelt of gun powder, corpses lying around across no ponies land, any sane pony would've turned insane had he not carried a gun and luckily, Fryday did. The blood shedding scene just ended moments ago. He didn't exactly help much during the gunfire as he was dragging another soldier to one of the medic.
He leaned to the wet trench wall, looking up the falling cold flakes into the sky. He sighed, "Winter already? Gott, das wird nicht, uns zu helfen!...At least bring the Austrians." He completely forgotten about winter, nor the other seasons. His thoughts were muddled by this bloody war. He felt like he could've just end it by dying, though every germanes would've had the same idea. He again sighed, "Hahh, am I going crazy?"...Seems so.
Another fellow soldier sat beside Fryday, pat him on the shoulder "You ok soldier?". "Yes, I am just relaxing" I replied with soulless eyes. He took a quick glance on to the far east of the trench, hoping his fellow drinking partner, Bouholz was fine. "We are lucky to survive back there, didn't we soldier?" I broke the silence, with the other soldier saying "Yes, not many of us died, though I'm sure our luck will run out soon enough."