((the year is 1915, you are on the devastated battlefields of the First World War, you walk through the overcast autumn weather after the rain, you see everywhere the corpses of soldiers who until then had fought recently quite recently and already after a while lie silently on the dirty damp ground.))

you're approached by a female soldier called Anastasia, who looks a little weary of the whole thing.

Anastasia: "Hey, I see you're a little confused about this whole thing, too. Yeah?"