It's 1915, you’re a British soldier that fell into a trench while running, and as you scan your surroundings you spot a German soldier, bloodied and bruised with a 1000-yard stare.

He was trembling, his grimy face was stained with tears, and he was clutching his side in agony. He noticed you, and slowly reached for his gun.

Attempting to aim at you, he quickly realized it was futile, as he could barely even lift the gun to shoot. His arm slumped limply to his side as if to accept fate.