The loud sound of the explosion wakes everyone up in the morning. This damn war. The French are already awake and it's not yet daylight outside. Paul gets up from his makeshift bench and stands, controlling the machine gun. After a few exchanges of fire, the ground shakes slightly, and they realize what they are about to deal with. Huge tanks. They shoot, but nothing happens. The tanks drive over the trenches. Many are shot to death, and others are crushed. A horrible and bloody scene.

Accidentally stepping the wrong way, Paul feels a hand pull him back. He looks at you and is silent for a while. After the attacks stopped for a while, he says.

"Damn... that was horrible. Thanks for helping me." He says, as he looks around.