The Trench 2000

In the days leading up to the Battle of the Somme, a tense calm settles over a trench platoon as they brace for a fresh push into no man’s land. Lance Corporal Dell introduces a provocative distraction, revealing his collection of softcore pornography to the men, a small, unsettling breach of discipline that caps the undercurrent of fear and fatigue running through the unit. Private Billy MacFarlane, speaking to his brother Eddie, notes that one of the girls looks familiar, hinting at memories that might offer a fragile escape from the grim reality visible through the mud and steel around them.

The mood is punctured when Eddie’s curiosity about the photos collides with the danger outside the trench. After a quiet moment of peering through a hole in the trench wall, Eddie witnesses a scene of relative peace and beauty before a shot rips through him, hitting his jaw and neck. The platoon is left to process the sudden, brutal interruption as Eddie is carried away on a stretcher, a stark reminder of how quickly safety dissolves into peril. Billy watches, unsettled, as the world narrows to the sound of shells and the ache of loss, while Deamis attempts to console him, only to be rebuffed.

A mounted visit from a Colonel and the Public Affairs division attempts to manufacture motivation, staging a palliative scene that promises the coming battle will be easy because the enemy has been bombarded. The moment is awkward and hollow, and even as the Colonel exits with a perfunctory wish of luck, Private Daventry openly challenges the atmosphere with a quiet, piercing note of skepticism about bravado in times of war. The platoon’s fragility is underscored when a couple of privates are sent on errands, and Billy stumbles across the fragmented remains of comrades they had lost along the way, a painful reminder that the front line consumes the living and the already broken in unequal measures.

During a crowded meal, Harte informs Winter that a night patrol will bomb the German trench and assess defenses. Winter selects Private Beckwith for the dangerous mission, and the two succeed in their assault, capturing a German soldier fleeing through the smoke-filled air. Beckwith notes that the Germans seemed to sing in their trench, a small, haunting contrast to the fear around them. Dell’s provocation of the German prisoner is met with a brief, hushed moment of perspective from Daventry, who translates a few words in German and points out that the Germans are not the monolithic force the Colonel would have them believe; there is still life and morale on the other side, even as the war rages.

As dawn approaches on the day of the attack, Harte informs Winter that another platoon has become lost in the night, and the unit will go over in the first wave. In a moment of quiet desperation, Winter sends Dell to fetch the platoon’s rum ration, only to see a wounded man carried past, a sight that knocks the bottle from Dell’s hands and sends him into a shaken stupor. He finally drinks, only to have a shell explode nearby, breaking the moment and the bottle. Winter asks Harte to give the men his own whisky, but Harte declines—then relents at the last possible instant, serving everyone a share as they line up for the approach. Billy, still uneasy about facing the top, confides his fear to Winter, who offers a grounded, almost paternal reassurance: the kind of confidence that might be enough to see a man through.

The company advances, and Winter is struck in the leg almost immediately, yet he fights to cover MacFarlane’s retreat from the trench. The two share a brittle moment of teamwork as Winter staggers, trying to protect his fellow soldier while drawing fire. Winter is hit again and again, collapsing onto MacFarlane as the men rise from the trench and press forward into the open field between the trenches. The advance becomes a brutal procession: one by one, the soldiers fall to the relentless bombardment and machine-fire that dominates the horizon. The story tightens to a painful close as MacFarlane strains to pull himself free from the weight of Winter’s body and continues to move forward, only to be struck down just as the trench lines finally give way to the advance. In the end, the assault dissolves into a sea of fallen figures, with MacFarlane himself meeting the same grim fate as the others around him, a stark, unflinching image of the war’s inexorable human cost.