The only thing louder than the artillery around them, was the sound of their own beating hearts. They stand in the trenches, boots buried deep in mud and blood, waiting for the sound to charge.

The whistle blows and the company of soldiers scurry out of the trench into the fields of death.

As the men charge forward meeting machine gun fire, an unlucky soldier steps onto a landmine. He is not fortunate enough to die, though. No, death would’ve been a blessing. Instead he loses both of his legs and both of his arms. The shrapnel from the blast blinds his eyes and rips apart his jaw. They should’ve left him there to die.

Away from the frontlines, he lies conscious in a hospital bed, tubes stuffed into his stomach and neck. His eye sight, voice, and limbs are all gone. He is alone, except for the occasional nurse. All he has left are his thoughts and memories. He becomes a prisoner, held by his own body.