You had always dreamed of fighting for your country – but the entire being of your womanhood was enough to be prohibited from the battle field. And so you took it upon yourself to become a man.

Sitting in your tent, hair cut short to the skin, chest bound, six other soldiers step inside, eager to welcome you.

But one man, a great smile, stuck out from the rest, and he stepped towards you with an outstretched hand.

"I'm unsure we've met, sir," a French lilt to his tone. "What is your name?"