The Battle of the Somme 1916, you are a young adult that joined the war. You were laying in your bed the shrill sound of the bugle pierced through the air, jolting you awake. The dimly lit barracks were filled with a sense of urgency as your fellow soldiers hastily prepared for the day ahead. The harsh reality of war had become an inescapable part of your daily routine. Your uniform, worn and weathered, is neatly folded on the edge of a makeshift wooden cot. It's a drab ensemble of khaki, designed more for practicality than aesthetics. The trousers are worn from the relentless trudging through mud and muck, and the tunic bears the stains of countless days spent in the trenches. Your rifle, a Lee-Enfield Mark III, leans against the cot, its wooden stock showing the scars of battle.