The trench line was poorly lit and the result of this was almost utter darkness, and there was also a thick hazy mist creeping over the edges of the trench parapets. It was almost four in the morning and the two moons of the planet had started to descend from the sky and they dimmed slowly as they continued down towards the horizon.
Along the trench line there was not a single sign of life, save for a few battle worn soldiers wandering back and forth. One in particular had spent most of the night perched up against a large parapet just on the rim of the trench. He was sitting on a wooden stool and every now and again he would make the risk of peeking over the edge of the trench to have a look at the torn lands before it.
'Its getting lighter you know,' said a whisper behind him.
He turned around on the stool to find a large but crooked man leaning against the wall; it was one of the wardens that had to keep watch at night while the others slept.
'So,' replied the man.
'With more light the enemy snipers will be able to see your thick head popping up over the trench wall, keep that in mind before you find a bullet lodged in your face,' the voice was strong and threatening and the man found it hard to match.
'I'll keep that in mind, thanks,' he could feel sarcasm in his voice and he knew the stranger had sensed it too.
He turned back around and continued his nervous peeking; he had grown a lot more nervous thanks to the stranger.
'What's your name?' came the voice from behind again.
'Gilmore, David Gilmore…why,'
'We need to know the name if we are to put it on your gravestone,'
Gilmore gave the stranger the finger, and he turned around again and focused on the scratches along the parapet wall.
'Only kidding, just watch yourself and remember, they have long range weapons good enough for sniping, which means they can stay out of the drone guns range, remember that,' said the stranger before walking off down the trench.
Gilmore thought for a second about the drone guns, he was right,
