100 word challenge: week six

Battered, long and lanky legs are the base of a humble soldier just out of battle. His body thin and bruised full of neversiness. The dirty flesh ripped by the razor sharp barb wire. His rifle is imbedded in the soggy trench wall. His uniform looks like a mud grenade exploded all over him. His face is scarred and his eyes are as brown as the trench floor and his sole has been perced and will never be the same as before. As he clambers out of the trench, suddenly an arm grabs him and say the fragile word help.