This is Jocco Podcasts number one sixteen with Echo Charles and me, Jocco Willink.

Good evening, Echo.

Good evening.

So this then was the culmination to die.

Die in the stinking mud.

Twice before I'd crossed this no man's land,

darting from shell hole to shell hole.

I'm no hero.

I was numb with fear.

But this time a barrage was on.

I lay there at the wasteland's edge thinking,

was there anyway?

To the right lay crack shot snipers.

To the left in the brush machine guns.

Hungry.

Waiting.

And fair in the front great bursting mud clouds playing toss with bodies.

Get through once more son, the Colonel had said,

communications down, our guns firing short, killing our boys.

Yes, it must be done.

But how?

Wait.

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