It is almost unimaginable to comprehend the extreme level of discomfort and suffering the average foot soldier endured during World War I. Fear and death his constant companions; the only refuge was to be found within a shallow ribbon of earth carved into the apocalyptic landscape. Filth and dampness become his home; a daily routine of misery with no escape. Here we find a lone Stormtrooper standing in the mire of the trenches, quietly awaiting the next onslaught.
The setting for this small vignette is a small section of German trench on the Western Front, 1918. Creating mud in a scene such as this requires careful observation of the interaction between dirt and water. In broad terms our goal here is to portray mud in some of its many guises; fresh mud, dried mud, dirt, water and splatters.