Down the trenches, surviving is all that matters. Rats are everywhere, and plague is far more deadly than any ennemy we faced. Ammo is scarce, as we've been serving here since... I don't even remember, waiting for peace that may never come. We fall like leaves in the automn breeze as soon as we try to get out, but soon our ennemy won't have any ammo either.
When that time comes, we will need to use our only weapon left: our trench knives. The ones that make it to the other side almost never come back, but what they do to the enemy lines is clearly visible from everyone staying behind. They are the true heroes of war.
|Total Length (cm)||48|
|Blade Length (cm)||29|
|Grip Length (cm)||10|
|Cross Guard Width (cm)||12|
|Country of Manufacture||Canada|