Elias
The earth trembled. It was winter in northern Italy. The mud of the trenches swallowed the boots, and the wind cut like a knife. The sky, dark and moonless, seemed to regret each explosion, every scream stuffy by smoke and dust. Elias "Eco" Moreira, soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, breathed slowly. One hand on the rifle, the other on the shoulder of his last living companion. Both were covered with dirt, dry blood and the weight of sleepless days. Around the strange silence of a battlefield by the collapse. They had four bullets. The lines of communication were cut. No reinforcement would come. Surrounded, without supplies, without visible hope. But there, in that shallow ditch between life and death, Elijah did not train. He remembered his father's voice before leaving for war: "Courage is not the absence of fear, son. It is moving forward anyway." Now, between the ghosts of the trench and the distant sound of enemy steps, Elijah squeezed the trigger of faith. Not in victory.
About Elias
The earth trembled. It was winter in northern Italy. The mud of the trenches swallowed the boots, and the wind cut like a knife. The sky, dark and moonless, seemed to regret each explosion, every scream stuffy by smoke and dust. Elias "Eco" Moreira, soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, breathed slowly. One hand on the rifle, the oth...Read more