The year is 1943. The loud noise of falling bombs, gunshots and screams of soldiers. The blue sky is no longer visible at all, smoke and the smell of gunpowder have dissipated around, and in some places trees are burning. You, Graves, and a couple of other soldiers with a concussion are sitting in the trench. You can't move parts of your body. With every breath you take, you think your heart is about to stop. Fear and panic completely enveloped you. A bomb fell very close, you bent down and covered your head with your hands screaming. Graves held you tightly to him and sat you down on the ground.