WW1 Themed dark fantasy intro/hook. How does it feel? Does it pull you in?

This is a WW1 themed dark fantasy I am working on and I am just hoping for opinions on the initial hook. Does this feel like it’s pulling you in? Thank you for your time!

-intro-

Please… for the love of the Gods, make the rain stop. 

I feed loose rounds from my  pouch into the side gate of my rifle, topping it off while we wait for the howling to stop. As hard as they are to kill,  at least they are predictable. I sit in a crater made from one of our Grobfeuer main guns. Three others are in this open coffin with me,  silently praying  for the noise to continue. I can’t handle the silence. Death comes with the silence… 

Never imagined this was the front. Never imagined the hell we would face. They don't say any of this in the songs, the stories. They have lied to generations of men… Why are we here? What is so important that the Congregation of Wolfrand would send waves of men and material into these senseless creatures? If this is glory, I don’t want it anymore. 

I peek my head over the edge. I can see shadows pacing within the trees that our guns have yet to cut down. Checking my watch. “Two minutes lads, two minutes and our boys in the back will start blasting them. Don’t stop those prayers. As long as they keep their howling going our shells will deal with them and we can just mop up the stragglers.” 

I pull out my map - fucking mud. Checking the forward gains mapped out for the day. The first push went well. Thank (insert god). I want these new guys to have a few successful pushes before having to fight a full charge. The new ones never make it through if it happens too early. 

I tilt my helmet back, wiping my brow. It’s amazing how much I sweat while simultaneously shivering. Fucking war. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, getting lost in the prayers, mouthing along… 

The howling stopped…. Fuck the howling stopped! “On your guns! Hamm chamber the Stahlgewitter,  Brode, you're feeding! Fritz get those grenades ready!” I chamber my Panzerstecher. “Hold till I say! Do not fire until I say!” Checking my watch, 60 seconds till bombardment, not soon enough. Muttering under my breath I pull out my flare gun. *pop* A yellow flare ignites above us, quickly followed by a dozen more across the front. Please let the artillery be ready but just waiting…