once more into the breach, dear friends

artillery bombings all around. the smell of gunpowder pervades the air. all around me lay the wounded, my allies brain-washed and donning enemy uniforms instead. no help nor salvation lies on the horizon. it is a bleak day for everyone. hiding in my trench now, recuperating, planning my next move. my pepertrators twist facts with shabby alibi and false witnesses. i maintain my innocence. but how much worth is truthfulness valued these days? i ponder. waiting for day break, for the sun to rise. the truth shall be revealed in due course. i live to fight another day.