The Great War was a nightmare. Bodies littered across no-man’s land, clouds of noxious gas; millions maimed or killed by bullets, bayonets, and artillery. To serve in the trenches of World War I was to live in perpetual fear.
Imagine this: The year is 2018. You’re an American grunt. Your platoon is pinned down on the outskirts of Raqqa, encircled by jihadist forces. Supplies and ammunition are running low. Dangerously low. So you call in a mortar strike on your own position.
