Facing snow Tom Sharp

After we lose the battle, wind drives snow and ashes smoke and frozen haze into our faces. Dead men cry out and I cry with them. There’s no news of several battalions. The silence hurts more than violence.

对雪 杜甫

战哭多新鬼，愁吟独老翁。 乱云低薄暮，急雪舞回风。 瓢弃尊无绿，炉存火似红。 数州消息断，愁坐正书空。