Lice Race
They had been holed up in the trenches for over a year now. The war had prolonged itself. A decisive victory by Christmas was out of question. With the English and French together it would be a herculean task for his German Division on the western front. The Colonel could do nothing but walk the trenches, try to instil courage and much needed patience among his men but to no avail. Most were bored, half of them had taken to drinking and gambling. It was becoming a tough job. Waiting before a battle was the toughest indeed. The 13 th German Division on the onset of the Great War had outshined every Division in the parade. But now they could hardly be recognised. The once smart men with trimmed hair, fair countenance and a heavy sense of duty in their smart uniforms and matching shoes seemed like a band of outlaws and outcasts. Their long shaggy beards, lice-infested hair and drunken stupor was just enough to confirm that. One way of passing the time was playing games. And t...