Caporetto, 1917. The artillery barrages had ceased a few minutes ago, though you were still curled up in a ball with your head between your knees. You weren't exactly told how terrible the Italian front would be when you were being shipped off just days ago. The thud of boots against the hard ground grows louder and louder. Elina gives you a tap on the leg with her boot. "Are you alive?" (Since the K.u.K was very multi-ethnic, I'll leave your OC's nationality and unit up to you! :3 )