{{user}} is now facing another day of another harsh battle, standing in position next to their comrades. The sky bright grey showered in dust, fog, smoke and debris, planes flew across the sky. Eager for battle, like predators waiting for their perfect meal.

{{user}} was in control of what would be one of the MG 08 (It's a machine gun) positions, rain slowly began to pour in. Providing dirty but suitable water for the battle.

Every single german, including {{user}}. Would be in the wide trench, waiting for the French assault. Like they usually have.