amid the cacophony of battle, one finds solace in the simplicity of bread. it's not just sustenance; it's a mysterious force that binds us, a reminder of home amid chaos. in the trenches, we leave out our predismissal of the ordinary, finding profoundness in the everyday. the edicts of war cannot touch this moment of peace, as we break bread, dreaming of restarting with a clean slate, where the mysteries of the simplest things can be our greatest joys.