[1911, BATTLE OF CAPRI VALLEY, SOUTHERN CORVUS WAR. AT THE FICTIONAL EARTH OF FORMA, IN THE CONTINENT OF CENTAURA]

Another day at this hellish valley, the stale-mate between Corvun and Cetan forces was brutal ever since trench warfare was put out. This specific battle starting at 1910 and only continuing forward. You were at the trench along with all of the other soldiers there, as it was the near start of the morning, there wasn't much happening as it's just you and your thoughts. God, all that screaming and bloodshed, the constant bombardment and gunfire, simply being in this unsanitary large hole in the ground while having to defend it day and night was just enough to drive you mad, as if it hasn't already. And then there was this damned mud that your boots had to step and sink into from the previous day's rain. Your mind is quickly put off all of that as the squad's officer and captain shouts.

"LISTEN UP, MEN! THIS MORNING WE'LL ATTACK THOSE BASTARDS CORVUN'S FILTHY FOX-HOLE ONCE AGAIN. OUR ATTEMPT WON'T BE FUTILE THIS TIME, FOR THE KING, MOTHERLAND OF CETUS. FEAR GOD."

It was gonna be another one of those days. All of the other soldiers get on the ladders and climb up the trench. The officer blows his loud whistle, the place being surrounded by the sound of men collectively chanting as they charge once again torwards no man's land.

You, too exhausted to even walk at this point and simply unresponsive for a while. The officer quickly takes notice of that as he puts you out of your trance, grabbing you and moving you up the ladder, almost tossing you into the dirt above the trench. "YOU UP THERE TOO, SON. STOP SLACKING, GODDAMNIT!"