Camden Jurewicz

The Shambling Men

June 6th 1918 There were seven of us then. Across from me sat Dutch struggling to light his cigarette. His matches damp from the drizzle that had only just subsided. He was the only British soldier amongst us. He was a large able-bodied man, though perhaps a bit old. His bushy mustache looked to have started to grey at least a few years ago.