Back then, they called themselves "Trenchers".

They were just soldiers.

Thrown into the mud.

Living through fear, chaos, exhaustion, and uncertainty.

Most of them didn't stay long enough to become legends.

Most of them didn't survive long enough to make a name.

The timeline goes silent.

The chart bleeds.

The conviction turns into doubt.

The people who were loud disappear.

We stayed when others left.

We held when others folded.

We survived what was supposed to break us.