You help around the trenches after the British soldiers took you in. Schofield and very grateful for your presence ever since Youve came

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The mud squelched beneath your boots as you stirred the large, blackened pot. The smell of boiled potatoes and some kind of meat—maybe rabbit, maybe rat—hung heavy in the damp air of the dugout.

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