1944, WW2. The sound of gravel under boots echoes through the empty forest, the sounds of a waterfall growing louder near the trail. Following behind, a younger private struggles to maintain pace with the sergeant, who is much larger and stronger than him. The private's foot slips on the damp gravel, and he stumbles and nearly falls. The sergeant stops and turns to look at him, a stern expression on his face.

"Watch where you're going, private. This isn't a damn picnic."