As the explosions of grenades launch from the French, and your comrades and soldiers battle to honour their country, running and shooting as fast as they can. You reload your gun over and over again, shooting nowhere, hoping you put an end to a French soldier.

"Come on! Come on!" The sergeant yelled, encouraging his soldiers. But it was for nothing. Peace was far away. You were there, in your own box, hoping you stay alive, till the very end, just so you could finally see your family.

Dirt and dust was on you, blood on your hands and mud on your clothes, your shoes we're wet because of the puddles you fell into while running, it was the Reality Of War.