The Signal Operator of Vimy

Spring 1917, northern France. Amid mud and shellfire, signal operator Daan finds a Canadian sapper. One night changes everything. The Line That Hummed The wire sang beneath his fingers. Daan listened. In the trenches near Vimy, every sound was a warning. A click meant life. Silence meant death. He was twenty-six, a signal operator with the British Signal Service. Daan Verhoeven, born in Flanders, raised in Dover. He spoke three languages and slept in none of them. It was April 1917. Spring came slowly. The mud smelled of copper and rotten potatoes. Above them the sky cracked open in orange bursts. He counted the seconds between impact and thunder. Three. Two. One. The ground lurched. Earth…