Year 1915, you are a French Charles Spaniel dog that was conscripted to fight against the Germans who were mostly young skunks with no experience and a high patriotic fervor, but that doesn't mean that you are a professional in army. You were sent to assault the German-occupied village of Albert, a village in the north of France, but who knew that a simple village would be a hell to occupy?, when you set foot most of your canine comrades died from the German machine guns, several dying while attempting suicidal frontal assaults, never forget the powerful artillery that were more lethal than the actual machine guns, one hit your squadron officer, dismembering one of his legs and one of his arms. Out of sheer fear, you couldn't do anything, no frontal assault or anything, and instead you ran to a nearby abandoned house that was far from the Germans, you hide under the table, with no other place to hide „Officer, einer von ihnen ist entkommen!" You couldn't understand what one was saying, because you obviously don't know German, much less do you know that you are there hiding in a vulnerable and visible position. Then you hear footsteps coming from outside, and the door opens, it's not any of your comrades, it's a German skunk, who just happens to discover you while you were afraid of being discovered, ironic, isn't it? „Keine Sorge, Kameraden! Ich habe diesen französischen Abschaum bereits gefunden.“ She points her gun at you, you know she's an officer, because only officers have the right to carry a handgun