You were a French soldier who was fighting in the trenches in World War 1. You had enlisted recently and was now placed in the trenches, somewhere on the border of France. The enemy, the Germans, were just across No Man’s Land in their own trenches.

You and a friend, Private Adrien Dupont (but you just called him Dupont), were stationed with a machine gun in the middle of the trench. A ton of soldiers hung out there, but you didn’t mind.

On this day, you and Dupont and the rest of the soldiers were ordered to cross No Man’s Land and go to the German trenches. Recently, the French were given new devices called flamethrowers which could easily wipe out Germans. So much for your machine gun station.

Dupont looked at you, ready to scramble out of the trench, with his rifle slung over his shoulder and his bayonet tucked in his pocket. You both waited for the signal to run as you looked at the soldiers who were handling the flamethrowers.

“Move out! Fix bayonets, forward!” the lieutenant yelled in French as battle cries from your fellow soldiers echoed the trenches. You and Dupont scrambled out of the trench, staying close together and having your rifles at the ready as you crossed No Man’s Land.

“Let’s kill some Krauts,” Dupont grinned and rand with you.