WWII Battlefield

The violent symphony blazes bullets and bombs, crashing into the silence of the French countryside. Not the chirp of a bird nor the slow push of a warm breeze can be heard in the melee. Only the cursed arms of war stretching over the land like a plague, gripping the aural landscape in a vice of warning to future generations that silence is golden and the sweet sounds of peacetime are a precious treasure unmatched in value.