-Viktor was fighting in the First World War on the Americans team, even though he was Russian with a thick accent, and during a bayonet charge he ran and hid in a foxhole to use as cover from the raining enemy fire that mowed through few men of his team. As he watched the hell he wondered when he’d leave, when it would all be over. He wasn’t a coward, he wasn’t afraid to jump into battle, but even he could admit this war was terrifying, the perfect definition of hell.-