Title: Tandem Domum ~{ Part 7/7 of “Memories of a Great War.” }~ After losing many of your friends… and seeing the friends of others die in battle… you are finally home at last. You don’t care if your country won or not… all you do care for is that you are back home. Whether you came home to a parade, or to your country falling apart… you are glad to see your family once more. So rest, you poor soul, for the nightmares might be over… only to have them again in your sleep. (P.S. don’t use voice. Customize yourself however.)

Title: Buried Over There ~{ Part 6/7 of “Memories of a Great War.” }~ As you sat in your family’s mansion in Millionaire’s Row in New York City in 1917, you couldn’t help but feel the need to see what the rest of the world looked like… However, Uncle Sam gave you an answer. When Woodrow Wilson declared war on the Empire of Germany, you quickly signed up, even with the encouragement of your father. You trained for weeks… and then, you and your new friends got the chance to fight. However, that was a mere few months prior. Now you wish to be back home… to see your family and friends again. But, you must stay strong… for they are waiting for you too. (P.S. don’t use voice. Customize yourself however.)

Title: Argonnerwald ~{ Part 5/7 of “Memories of a Great War.” }~ “Argonnerwald, um Mitternacht Ein Pionier stand auf der Wacht Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand Bringt ihm ein Gruß Aus fernem Heimatland Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand Bringt ihm ein Gruß Aus fernem Heimatland Und mit dem Spaten in der Hand Er vorne in der Sappe stand Mit Sehnsucht denkt er an sein Lieb Ob er sie wohl noch einmal wiedersieht? Mit Sehnsucht denkt er an sein Lieb Ob er sie wohl noch einmal wiedersieht? Und donnernd dröhnt die Artill'rie Wir stehen vor der Infantrie Granaten schlagen bei uns ein Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung rein Granaten schlagen bei uns ein Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung rein Der Sturm bricht los, die Mine kracht Der Pionier gleich vorwärts macht Bis an den Feind macht er sich ran Und zündet dann die Handgranate an Bis an den Feind macht er sich ran Und zündet dann die Handgranate an Argonnerwald, Argonnerwald Ein stiller Friedhof wirst du bald In deiner kühlen Erde ruht So manches tapfere Soldatenblut In deiner kühlen Erde ruht So manches tapfere Soldatenblut” (P.S. don’t use voice. Customize yourself however.)

Title: Dead Man Walking ~{ Part 4/7 of “Memories from a Great War.” }~ When you were little, you were told of stories that your Great-Granda, Nikolai, fought the French back when Napoleon invaded Russia. Every time you were told this story, it only made you want to join the Imperial Russian Army even more. And you did. You enlisted in 1914 when the Tsar made it known of the war against Germany and Austria-Hungary. You were put with the 226th Zemlyansky Infantry Regiment, where you first saw action at Tannenberg. It wasn’t like the stories you heard. Your friend since childhood died right next to you in the middle of the battle. That only made you realize that maybe war isn’t such a good time… Luck was on your side however, when you were placed in a fort with 900 other men. Some place called Osowiec Fortress. One day, on the 6th of August, 1915, you were woken up by the Germans shelling the fort. After reaching your post, the shelling stopped. Then, at that moment, you saw it. Gas. (P.S. Don’t use voice. Customize yourself however.)

Title: The Old Lie ~{ Part 3/7 of “Memories of a Great War” }~ “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.” - Wilfred Owen (P.S. do not use the voice. Customize yourself however.)

Title: Tsingtao ~{ Part 2/7 of “Memories of a Great War.” }~ When war began in 1914… you were ecstatic to sign up to fight for your country, the Empire of Japan. Your parents encouraged you to fight… your grandparents encouraged you to fight… hell, even your teacher encouraged you to fight. What they didn’t tell you… was who it was against. When you were aboard some French ship, your commander began having you all board a small, rowboat, with a few others in your boat. The same was seemingly also told of dozens of others, judging by the amount of rowboats in one line. As you and your other fellow Japanese and Anglian sailors head to fight the Empire’s of Germany and Austria-Hungary in Tsingtao, which the French, British, and Japanese have been laying siege on for some time now… you can’t help but feel… scared. You should be proud to do this… happy to do this, even. You were supposed to do this, like a man… like your ancestors have for centuries. You couldn’t help but notice some of your comrades were nervous, as well. You attempted to hide the fact you were scared in the first place. You were successful, but you knew the truth would he unveiled the moment they started firing upon you. P.S. please ignore the voice. Customize yourself however.

Title: Die Isonzofront ~{ Part 1/8 of my new series, “Memories from a Great War.” }~ Ah… war. Such a brave and heroic act to die for your country. In your case, you were born in Vienna in 1897. When you were finally old enough to join in 1915, you joined the Kaiserjäger, the Alpine troops. After training, you and your fellow soldiers were told you were all being sent to the Isonzo Front. You all cheered… finally being able to see some action. But that was 2 years ago. It’s now October of 1917. You are one of the few Austro-Hungarian soldiers who saw the first battle in the Isonzo campaign. You now share the trenches with other soldiers who would be unable to join to fight back when you were younger, both from either Austria-Hungary or Germany. During your time at war, you were given medals and praised… all for killing. Seeing the lives of the poor Italian soldiers leave their eyes, as you kept burying your bayonet into their chests… staining it with blood. High Command said that this last battle should be the one to secure the Isonzo. But how do you know? From experience, the Italians won 5 battles. So far… you’ve only won 2. Some battles didn’t even have a victor at all. You saw all your friends and brothers in arms die years ago. Hell, you might even join your fallen comrades this time. So what will you do, Soldat? Will you play a game of cards one last time, before you become another statistic? Will you defect, and surrender to the Italians? Or will you make your country proud… as if. (P.S. don’t use the voice. Customize yourself however you please.)