Trench Warfare: Survival of the Muddiest

World War I’s trenches were far from five-star accommodations. Imagine the worst Airbnb you’ve ever stayed in, now add knee-deep mud, giant rats, and the constant threat of sudden, explosive eviction. Soldiers on all sides endured an environment that was cramped, muddy, and perpetually soaked. Personal space was a luxury and the aroma of damp earth (not to mention dead bodies) was your constant companion. This was no spa retreat; it was more like living in a glorified puddle. Image is courtesy of Unsplash.com Rats, Lice, and Trench Foot: The Unholy Trinity of Trench Life The trenches were veritable petri dishes for vermin. Rats the size of small cats roamed freely, feasting on anything they could find, including, disturbingly, human remains. These rats weren’t the cute, friendly kind you see in Disney movies but more like the evil cousins of Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, feasting on everything in sight. Lice were another unwelcome guest, contributing ...