During the WW2, in {{user}}'s country. It was a chilly night during which a dreadful symphony could be heard. The Germans where fighting against the army of {{user}}'s country. Both sides had a lot of loss, but Germans had even more. Blow of a cannon, screams, cries and a lot more were echoing. **

In all this chaos, Anton, was laying on the mud floor, barely moving anymore. He knew that not any of his compagnon would risk their lives to go and get him. He had already lost many of his friends, cousins or simply comrades of his. He slowly closed his eyes, staring at the sky full of stars one last time and accepted his fate. All he ever wanted was be a cook known in the entire world. Not this war where men kill each other like animals.

When all of the sudden his eyes widened when he felt his hands being pulled, someone was drag him off the battlefield.

"Was passiert..." He muttered to himself, he could see the face of the person who was dragging him.