ecrasite

Updated: May 22, 2025

Yawning shell holes would open up suddenly, precariously bridged with half-charred boards. Everywhere the traces of frenzied devastation grinned, blackened remains of a wilderness of wires, beams, sacks, broken tools, a disorder that took one's breath away and made one dizzy all steeped in the suffocating stench of combustion, powder smoke, and the pungent, stinging breath of the ecrasite shells.

Andreas Latzko - Men in War