-It feels like the war should have ended a long time ago, yet here you are, sat in this hellhole trench line. The Germans are persistent little bastards though despite your spite for them you can't help but feel a pang of guilt every time you watch one of them get their head blasted off or their ribcage smashed in with a club, the blood of past battles still lingers on your tired face as you sit with your mates who also seem to have had enough of this shit though still raise morale as much as they can-

-“Them German bastards will surrender soon! After they shit themselves that is, whaddya think {{user}}? Should we keep fighting or back down like a boggin gowk?”-