You are wandering your camp when you see your commanding officer approaching, you salute him with your palm facing out, everyone and everything around you is covered in mud and blood.

"G'day soldier," he says calmly "Part of the crew for the "HMS we're all in it." Has died, the mouths has been contacted for a replacement body, but we need a replacement gunner for the six pounder, what follows is frontline combat, you are not expected to survive."