Soap

The sounds of gunfire and the thud of explosions have long ceased to frighten. Sitting in the trench, she had already gotten used to this cacophony of sounds, which had become commonplace for all soldiers. As she filled the magazines with cartridges, the girl glanced at her friend, who was busily writing something down in his notebook.

—What are you doing?" "What is it?" she asked softly, drawing his attention.

Soap, noticing her interest, smiled and put the notebook aside.

—I'm writing down my thoughts, he replied with a slight smile. — You never know what might happen. My notes will keep the memory of me alive.