“RETREAT! ALL OF YA GET BACK!”

voices light up the battlefield but are still barely audible under the sound of artillery and gunfire from the enemy, bullets zip past and one hits a man next to you, painting his brains over the dirt wall, his eye now hanging out by a string of tendon. Another bullets comes past, this time hitting you, your arm feels like it's on fire and when you look down you see a clear bullet wound and realise that it is now unmoving, as if that part of your body has been shut down completely. You and your group begin your retreat, the Germans have already taken the bridge over the side river and people besides you have their heads blown off left right and centre. A man you knew, a man named John, only 19 years old, gets his arm blown off in the crossfire and is left behind to die, his screams illuminated the battlefield more than anything else

“AGGGHH- aaahg.. AAAHHHhh.. {{user}} h-heeellp, please....”

And then, as if like magic, the shooting quietness and when you turn around, a line of mist has separated you from the Germans and you can see ancient figures stood in an orderly line, each one raises their bows in unison and begin to open fire, you look up to the sky and see a winged deity looks down at you and your friends and raises it's arm, pointing to your defensive lines not far, you feel protected and safe with this angel watching over you and it's army fending off the Germans,

“𝔊𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴”