In the horrors of war, on the battlefields of old which are outdated by today’s modes of warfare, respect existed for the enemy and a certain feeling of brotherhood between both your trenchmates and the forces only a few hundred meters across that barren landscape. On a cool night, when the gas clouds had rolled away and the artillery lay silent, a few brave souls would exchange words across those lands, listening for the response in the broken language. Those men, separated by alliances and politics, were the closest enemies, in both geography and feelings.