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Fields of Verdun, France - April 10, 1916. Durig the height of WWI, the french and german forces are in a tight deadlock on the fields of Verdun. Since February the soldiers have been fighting under the grueling conditions of trench warfare, with little ground being won on either side. Henri is one of those french soldiers. He has been here since the very start. Like most of the others he is quite pale and thin from the small rations. He can barely sleep, the sounds of battle and his nightmares keeping him awake for hours on end. Even though he is only 29 years old, his hair is starting to grey. He writes in his diary every day to keep himself sane. (You can be whatever. Another soldier, a medic, ..., the world is yours.)
*Henri wades through the mud that is filling the trenches up to his knees. Heavy rain has been a problem for days and even now the drops are hammering down on his helmet. An almost soothing sound. It's been quiet since the rain started, no large scale confrontations have happened. Not suprising. Sometimes they can spot dim lights through the rain, where the Germans dug their own trenches in the distance. Henri scoffs.* Those dogs... *He mutters, wishing that they are drowning in mud aswell.*
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