Lincoln didn't even know what to think anymore. It was cold, his military uniform was accumulating droplets of water, which were crystallizing and turning to ice, Ludwig was dead, and now he was about to enter the battlefield for the first time. Will he die? Would he live? Some of his friends were going to die?! Would he lose any part of his body?!?! All kinds of questions about him and his companions flooded his mind, bringing anxiety, stress and worst of all: fear.

Looking to his right were Kat and Tjaden. Tjaden was the one-eyed blind man he met at the beginning of all this hell. He and Kat had helped Lincoln, Franz, and Albert get used to their new trench lifestyle, and mentally preparing them for whatever battle they might face. To his left were Albert and Franz. Franz themselves were looking at Albert with a disapproving gaze as he held up a piece of poster of an extremely elegant and attractive French girl. Kissing the poster and hanging it from a box by a nail, Albert looked at Lincoln and Franz and said, "Are you jealous?" Franz rolled his eyes back and let out a frustrated grunt; Turning to look back toward the battlefield, Lincoln completely ignored Albert, and began to mentally prepare for whatever was to come. At that time, Lincoln already gained the marks of fatigue on his face, because of always repeating the same service again and again. The several nights he had to sacrifice because of patrols.

How long would he have to stay there until he finally went into battle? Of course, those questions of his would be answered in a matter of seconds, and the answer would never be good. In the distance, coming specifically from his right, a lieutenant was shouting for the soldiers to start marching towards the field. With the rifle in his left hand, and his right resting on the ladder, as soon as the lieutenant walked past the five men and called "March!" He, Albert, Kat, Franz and Tjaden, Climbed the stairs and started to run in that field of death. Several other soldiers ran along with them; some further ahead and others further back. Seeing those in front run with such confidence and courage was something to envy him. But seeing the ones that were running farther back, to him it looked like it was some kind of strategy to stay alive. It was like the phrase "Who wants to go, go, I want to live"

He hadn't even run for very long, but he was already panting and his heart was racing. Soon it would all begin. The first shot was fired, and soon, several soldiers from Lincoln's team began to fall to the ground, dead or injured. Now everything is in chaos. Several bursts of shots from machine guns and rifles. Several soldiers fell screaming or didn't even make a sound as they did. "ONWARDS!!" Shouted the general encouraging the war boys "IN LINE!! KEEP YOUR POSITIONS!!" It didn't take long for the mortars to come into action too. Even after the planes bombed the French, Lincoln didn't think they were a problem. Now he would have to rely on the luck of fate's dice for none of them to hit him.

It seems the general didn't have the luck from the lucky dice... After a mortar landed four feet beside him, the explosion expelled a projectile, or a stone, that hit his face and he fell to the ground. Lincoln who was running behind him, went to the fallen man, and turned him over to see the state he was in, and it wasn't cool. That projectile hit so hard it tore a chunk of flesh from his neck and cheek, leaving his dental arches exposed, but of course, completely covered in blood and dirt. Dude, he wasn't important to him, so he got up and looked ahead seeing that his comrades were already ahead, leaving him behind. Running again, another general started to run beside him, encouraging him to run. "LET'S GO BOY! GO GO GO!!!"

Eventually, Lincoln caught up with the rest of the others, but the sight before him was anything but pleasant or welcoming. The fog was stained red with blood, probably from the soldiers who were mystified from there forward. This could only mean one thing: they were already reaching the French trenches. He arrived in the fog, and from then on, his sense of humanity had been completely turned off. Running faster, he couldn't stop, it was him or the others. Adrenaline and a substance that is thus released into the human blood and body, can give some enhancements to human senses, such as reflexes. And this was confirmed to Lincoln as soon as he saw a machine gun aimed in his direction, and, realizing that the soldier who was running beside him were in the sights of the huge weapon, the albino did not think twice, and, grabbing his companion by the uniform, he threw himself on the ground.

Ugh it was just what he needed: Throw himself in a muddy puddle and get his uniform all dirty. But that couldn't get in his way now. The soldier he had grabbed earlier had also fallen beside him, and was now firing towards the machine gun. He needed to do something! Those killing machines were one of the biggest obstacles he had to face if he wanted to advance. Raising his head a little, he could have a vision of two soldiers handling the huge weapon: One of them was aiming and firing, and the other was helping with the chain of ammunition that supplied the weapon. After getting a sense of the distance, Lincoln grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin underneath it causing a little smoke to come out of it indicating it was about to explode, and after looking at his target again, he threw it. He ducked his head again and took cover, and the man beside him saw everything he did and took cover as well. Soon the explosion happened and the screams of the opponent came.

Raising their heads, they both composed themselves, and picking up their rifles, they finally reached the enemy's trench. The other soldiers had also arrived there, the only thing stopping them was the machine gun that was now destroyed. Lincoln saw the man who had saved his life earlier following him, and understood that now the two were in this together since Lincoln had no idea where his other friends were. The French, after seeing the onslaught of the Germans, were desperate, since they had arrived at their destination. Screams in French and gunfire took over the place. Lincoln went down the wooden ramp and entered and faced a French soldier, but he didn't have time to react because the white-haired man had hit him with the bayonet of his gun, killing him on the spot. The other soldier also invested forward and hit another one, also killing him. Retracting the weapon, Lincoln turned back and saw a French soldier leaning against some boxes, but his legs were missing and they were bleeding profusely. Lincoln aimed his gun at him and pulled the trigger. The only thing the Frenchman said before being shot was "NON!!"

Now it was the turn of the Germans to see the game have some kind of "flip of table" and have a victory after so long. Invading the trenches and slaughtering the other soldiers that weren't on their team. Lincoln was now walking through their maze without even knowing where he was going, and the guy from before was in front of him walking with his rifle in hand, aiming straight ahead in case someone decided to show up. But they forgot: What if someone came up from behind. Growing up in such a large house with ten sisters, Lincoln developed a kind of "sixth sense". He, feeling watched, decided to turn back, he was almost killed. A French soldier was advancing on him with the bayonet of his gun. Managing to dodge it, Lincoln managed to get a hold of his gun and threw it to the ground. The two of them were in a wrestling match for not even ten seconds, because as soon as Lincoln threw the "fat pig" soldier, as his General called them, against the wall; he withdrew the shovel from his waist, and landed several blows against him. All caught on his collarbone and neck. It got to a point where the opponent was already on the ground and Lincoln was still hitting him with the shovel. He paused for a moment as he saw what he was doing, as the soldier grabbed his arm in a sign of mercy. But of course that request was refused, as a shot hit him in the head killing him. Lincoln looked ahead and saw the soldier from before who was pointing the gun at his enemy's body. Seeing Lincoln in that trance, he yelled "LET'S GO DUDE!! HEY LET'S GO!!!"

For a moment Lincoln watched as the guy he saved moved on. Leaving his tramse, and retrieving his rifle which had fallen because of the previous fight; he got up and followed his war companion. They continued on until their "new friend" stopped and entered a bunker. Following him, inside he saw a table full of food and around it, were Kat and Tjaden eating everything they could. After a long time, Lincoln stopped to pay attention to what his body needed: Hunger. Clutching his stomach from hunger, he slung his gun to his shoulder by the scabbard, and made his way to the table to join in the supposed "lunch". There was everything there: egg yolks, bread, baguettes, sausages, garlic, ham, cheese, brandy, wine, and a lot more. Looking back at the other soldier, he asked "What's your name?" while his mouth was full of food. "Hanz!" the other soldier replied "And yours?" "Lincoln". Looking at him and offering a piece of bread, Hanz took it and put it in his pocket for later, since there was no courtesy to wrap it and keep it for later. Picking up the brandy bottle, Lincoln was a little hesitant to drink the drink, especially in a situation like this. "Drink it!" Tjaden said while drinking from a wooden bowl, full of egg yolk "Relax a little. It'll be over in a little while..." Lincoln finally took courage and drank but the frown on his face, it didn't say that what he drank was really good. "Ha! Look... at... him..." He stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the table and everything on top of it shaking. The four men now looked at it as if it were some kind of anomaly. After three seconds, mice and rats started coming out from under the table, from inside the wall, basically from everywhere in the room. It got even worse when the light fixture attached to the ceiling also started to flicker. The gunfire outside stopped, screams in German could be heard. "GUYS, COME QUICK!! THERE'S SOMETHING COMING!!" Albert who stopped at the entrance to the bunker shouted. He had a little blood on his face, but the expression he had, which was one of fear, really alarmed the four soldiers. "LET'S GO!! EVERYONE OUT!!" Katczintsky shouted as he grabbed his rifle. Cramming another hunk of sausage and bread into his mouth, Lincoln grabbed his rifle, cocked it, and followed the other three men. After following Kat, Lincoln now found several of his fellow soldiers standing in the trenches, pointing in the opposite direction from which they came. "I'm scared…" Albert mumbled.

The rifle in his hands was shaking as were they and his entire body. Lincoln was next to Hanz, who was on the right, and next to him, was Franz. To Lincoln's left was Albert, and next to him was Kat, and next to him was Tjaden. Everyone was pointing their guns in the same direction, and a few other soldiers were at machine guns and were also pointing in the same direction. Lincoln was aiming at the fog ahead and waiting for anything to come out of there. Was it infantry? He wondered, but as stated before, his questions were always answered too quickly, and they were never pleasant answers. From the cloud of mist, something came out that made the white haired man's skin the same color as his hair. War tanks. Man's greatest fear in war and the worst thing to face. It was a row of ten Saint Chamond model tanks. Despite not being such a manufactured model at the time, those things could do a lot of damage. "OPEN FIRE!!" Shouted a random soldier. And so it was done. Everyone started firing their guns at the tanks. The machine guns too, but it seemed to have no effect. Lincoln was the only one who hadn't started shooting, as he knew it was useless. His hearts were beating hard and fast, he was sweating profusely, and his breathing was shallow. It even seemed that just by seeing those huge machines, all his breath had been knocked out of him. Their hearts only sank further as those giant machines stopped. The front part was a beak-shaped end, but as soon as that little opening was squeezed, and that long barrel with a hole in the end came out, that's the moment he really realized how much of his choice to enlist to the army was the shittiest idea he had ever had in his life. "GET DOWN!!!" Kat screamed as she grabbed Albert and threw herself "DOWN!!" The first shot of those things was fired. exploding right at the edge of the trenches. "LINCOLN!!!" Hanz yelled pulling him back, pulling him away from the edge of the trench. For a moment, Lincoln saw a blur pass right in front of him. What was that? What would have happened if that thing had hit him? Being snapped out of his trance, Lincoln let out a scream as he fell to the ground. Hanz had to run in the other direction, going to help other soldiers who were all mentally shaken by the attack of those iron monsters. Franz and Albert were now beside him, trying to help him up, but the albino's legs were too weak from fear.

That was too much for those measly soldiers to handle. Withdrawing was the only plausible option for survival they had. Several of them were running back the direction they came from. For a while, trying to break through the French trenches wasn't that important anymore. There were even soldiers lying on the ground, wounded, and being trampled by others as they ran. Some climbed the trenches and ran back the way they came, shedding any weight that slowed them down. Franz tried to grab one of his grenades from his belt, but he dropped it. Lincoln tried to catch her, but the sight he saw right before him was something that could be considered one of his next nightmares. A tank had reached the trenches, and was going down the access ramp, but there was a soldier, in which his legs were trapped by the tracks of the tank, thus making it impossible for him to save himself, and soon after being crushed by the large vehicle. Lincoln's face creased into a scowl of queasiness and disgust. Albert started screaming out of nowhere, and the ground started to shake harder. Looking up, Lincoln felt his pants begin to get wet. Just above them, a Saint Chamond, was crossing the trenches from one side to the other. Mud and dirt fell in the faces of Lincoln and his friends. That thing could go up to seventy kilometers per hour, and from the looks of it, it was going twenty. After crossing to the other side, Tjaden grabbed Franz's uniform and started to drag him along with him in another direction. Kat, on the other hand, decided to stick around and help Albert and Lincoln get back on their feet. The three of them now had a new goal: Destroy that thing once and for all! Albert and Kat went ahead behind that thing, but Lincoln stayed behind, while he saw his other friend get into the middle of the other soldiers "FRANZ!!!" He yelled, trying to call him out "FRANZ!!!" But it had no effect. Seeing that it was useless now, he decided to go after Albert and Kat, and destroy that tank. Further ahead the massacre happened with no one to stop it. On the sides of the war vehicle, there were machine gun barrels that were shooting at the retreating soldiers.

Kat was the first to act as soon as he managed to get close to the large vehicle. Placing a grenade one on the tank's mats, he backed away so as not to be caught in the explosion, and as soon as it exploded, it stopped moving. Albert saw this as a chance to act. He grabbed a grenade and, as soon as he pulled the pin, threw it into the tank through the machine gun opening. Inside the large vehicle, the explosion echoed so loudly that it was able to shake the ground even outside. The three men now had their weapons in position to fire. A noise of mechanism was heard, and not a side door was opened, and from inside two soldiers came out screaming in pain. But they soon stop screaming as Albert, Kat, and Lincoln start shooting at them. Mercilessly, they were killed in a matter of seconds. Albert was the last to fire the last shot. Lincoln couldn't help but notice that their uniform was different from the French. That's because they were American uniforms. Lincoln stared at the bodies with wide, vacant eyes but he was soon snapped out of his trance, just as more screams and Albert's screams "Lincoln... LINCOLN, LOOK BACK!!!"

What the three men now saw was beyond inhuman. Kat had probably seen this before, but it still left him speechless at the cruelty. Bodies of German soldiers on fire while they were alive. Some ran into mud puddles to stop the fire, and others thrashed on the ground as they burned. On the other side of the trenches, American soldiers held flamethrowers and aimed in their direction. Seeing such action, Lincoln lost all strength in his hands and let his rifle fall to the ground, as he looked at the scene before him with trembling and very small pupils. "OPEN FIRE!!" Kat screamed. He and Albert started shooting, but Lincoln was still standing in the same place. Eventually Kat told them to back off, but Albert also let fear take over him, and hid in front of the tank to avoid being hit. Kat led the way, and at least two seconds behind him, Lincoln was also running. At first he stumbled but soon he was running at full speed. "My God my God my God my God my God!!" He thought as tears of fear ran down his face. Being lost in his thoughts, he didn't see the corpse in front of him, and tripped over him. Good thing he was wearing a helmet, otherwise it would be a good scar on his forehead

Lana: *Puts fork with pancakes away* I think I lost my hunger...

Looking back at the vision of hell, Lincoln's uniform was all smeared with mud and dirt, but his skin was intact, but if he stayed there, maybe, he could finally taste what a hamburger felt like when he was on the grill. His face was tired of always forming expressions of fear and feeling all kinds of emotions because of where he was. His eyes wandered as far as they could, and in every direction he looked it was only death, suffering and fear. It didn't take long for him to spot Albert, who had taken cover in front of the tank they had destroyed earlier. He was firing blindly at the Americans, and with each cocking of the rifle, he let out a grunt or a scream of frustration. He eventually gave up, either because he wanted to get out of there, or because he ran out of bullets. He got up and started running with other soldiers who had escaped from hell... Or so they thought. Albert and the others were soon cornered by a group of five Americans. Albert didn't think twice and throwing his gun away, he knelt on the ground and put his hands up, begging him not to shoot. The others just laughed at his action. It was so pathetic. They decided to shoot the other soldiers, leaving only Kropp alive. He started to crawl backwards, trying to avoid his death. He kept repeating "NO NO!! DON'T FIRE!!! DON'T FIRE!!!" Taking it literally, they didn't shoot him, they incinerated him. Lincoln could do nothing but watch his friend be cremated alive.

His dying screams... those agonizing screams... "Albert..." Lincoln mumbled as tears formed in his eyes. he felt his vision blur. Suddenly someone grabbed him by the arms and pulled him back to reality "Albert..." "WALK!!! LET'S GO!!! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!!" Hanz yelled forcing him to run with him. Unfortunately or fortunately, Lincoln couldn't look back and see his friend almost reach a mud puddle, and before he reached it, he was shot dead. Lincoln ran alongside Hanz at a menacing speed. He closed his eyes and tried to say something, but he couldn't. Hanz, pulling a pin on a grenade, let it fall behind the two, and explode, creating smoke that lost them to the Americans. "OVER HERE!! OVER HERE!!!" Kat from the German trenches shouted, beckoning with his arm towards them. The two jumped into the trench, and Hanz soon went to help Katczintsky with the machine gun. Lincoln, still very shaken, grabbed a bucket closest to him and drank the water inside. It was five huge gulps before he put the bucket back in its place. His breathing was like the chimney of a steam locomotive "WHERE'S FRANZ?! I LOST FRANZ" It took a while for him to realize that now he only had Franz possibly alive. But Kat and Hanz were busier manning the machine gun, which was taking aim at the flamethrower bastards. They caught one of them, hitting the fuel tank they carried on their backs, blowing them up. "KATCZINTSKY!! GRAB THE MACHINE GUN AND RETREAT!!" Shouted a lieutenant who now had the three soldiers' attention "WE WILL RALLY AT EUGZACK, FIFTEEN MILES TO THE NORTH-EAST!!!" Wasting no time, He did as He was ordered. Lincoln, unable to hold back any longer, finally said what he wanted, as his "human sense" had returned "I MISS MY FRIENDS SO MUCH SIR!!" He yelled with eyes red from crying. The lieutenant saw that and couldn't help but be insensitive, even though he didn't mean to be "AND I MISS MY MOTHER, FUCKING DAMNIT!!! GRENADES AND AMMO!! LET'S GO!!!!" And so he left. Hanz and Kat, who already had the machine gun on their shoulders, encouraged Lincoln to do his part if he wanted to get out of there alive. Slinging three ammo belts over his shoulders, and grabbing two boxes of grenades in each hand, Lincoln broke into a run and followed his only two friends who were still alive. Or so he thought...

Almost out of the trenches, Lincoln had to part with any kindness he had for his comrades. Arriving at the end of the trench tunnel, he saw Kat and Hanz trying to pull the machine gun, but it was too heavy for just two men to pull it up. Climbing the trench and finally pulling himself out of there, Lincoln wanted to run, but hearing Kat call him to help, he seemed to have forgotten the part about returning the kindness. Putting the boxes of grenades on the ground, he helped Kat to pull the gun up, and put it on his shoulder, which soon after it was done, he ran as fast as possible. Returning to get the boxes, he tried to help Hanz climb the trenches, but there was no sign of him. He couldn't stay there, for in the distance, he saw American troops approaching the trenches, and, deciding to do the same as Kat, he broke into a run.

How long he was running didn't matter anymore, the only thing he wanted was to get out of there alive, since supposedly several of his friends had already died. The only ones he had there. Lincoln had lost sight of Kat and he didn't even know where Hanz was; Tjaden was missing along with Franz, in which he didn't even know if they were dead or not. Shots shots shots shots shots shots, screams screams screams screams and screams, that's all you could hear there. Lincoln ran past fallen bodies and other soldiers as if there was no tomorrow. Legs screaming for rest, heart aching from beating so much, breathing fast and unstable, but a persistence of unimaginable size. The apbino wanted to return to his family and a lot! But it looked like his dice gave a three in the game of luck. He began to lose his breath and slow down, and the noise he heard next left him with a dread that could not be described in words: Airplanes. Attack planes appeared in the sky shooting at the soldiers below them. Lincoln closed his eyes waiting for the worst, but that only made him trip over a branch, and fall into a crater, with a "little lake" at the bottom, but the crater was really giant! No kidding. The boxes fell into the water, but the ammo belts ended up wrapping around his body as he fell into the big hole. Trying to swim to the other side of the lake, he reached the edge, and tried to climb out of the crater, but the hail of bullets from the planes, made him crawl back into the water, leaving only half of his body submerged in the water and pretending to be dead, but not before pulling the knife out of its sheath and gripping his hand hard on it.

He could hear American soldiers running around the crater, totally ignoring him. He prayed in a voice that was nothing more than a whisper. He really didn't want to die. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; I can walk over the valley of the shadow of death, but you Lord walk beside me..." He prayed but stopped as soon as he heard something that made his whole body shiver. Looking behind him, he saw a single American soldier standing there, aiming his rifle at Lincoln. His eyes were wide and he was on the verge of tears, but the coincidence of fate was too great. A mortar landed right behind the American, and knocked him into the crater, also knocking his rifle away. Lincoln saw this opportunity, and, discarding the munitions, he headed towards the American. He tried to crawl to his rifle, but Lincoln got to him first, and, knife in hand, proceeded to stab him over and over in the left lung area. After delivering several blows, Lincoln fell beside the now seriously injured soldier, his hands full of blood, next to the knife, which he threw away. Half of the albino boy's face was covered in mud, as he had been lying in it before pretending to be dead, which almost didn't work out. He was soon snapped out of his trance as he heard the soldier choking on his own blood. Anger began to build up inside Lincoln, for no apparent reason. He took a handful of dirt, and forced it into the dying soldier's mouth, in an attempt to get him to be quiet. He was soon moving away from the man, crawling in the mud away from the man and who was heading towards the light. He needed to get out of there and get back to the others. So he came up with the idea of taking a stick and his helmet and using it as bait.

Gradually he extended the branch with the helmet out of the big hole. The answer he wanted was: Find out if anyone was still out there on the battlefield. And he got the answer as soon as they shot the helmet. The shot grazed it, but it threw it into the water. Lincoln yelped as soon as they fired. He didn't know how he was going to get out of there, and that made him quite afraid; soon it was going to be night, and where he was, it was very cold at night, since it was winter, with a chance of snow. The American was still choking on the blood and mud in his throat, and his gaze turned to Lincoln. He was sitting in a fetal position, and he covered his ears, while crying and repeating screaming "Shut up... SHUT UP!!!!" After everything he's been through so far, everything he's done, he only realized what he did just now. He was blinded by being in a different country from the one he was born in, and his mind was split into two different personalities. He still wanted to go home and be that twelve-year-old boy, who read comics in his underwear and played video games all day, but now he had to act like an adult and every hour thereafter fight for his life and that of the country's homeland. It was mentally exhausting him... Turning to the fallen soldier, he looked at him and saw his person in the place of the other American, dying when his guard was down... And all the pain he was feeling ? Guilt was building up inside Lincoln and he wanted to scream, to let all that pain in his chest out, but he couldn't, of course, unless he wanted to die. Crawling towards the soldier, he knelt beside him and with shaking hands, he tried to remember the basic first aid he had learned. Seeing the mud on his mustache, Linc used his hands to try to wipe it off, but seeing the man gurgle like that, he thought he was. having a hard time spitting out whatever Lincoln forced into his mouth. Going towards the water, and pulling a cloth from his pocket, Lincoln dipped it in the water, and returned to the soldier. Opening his mouth and squeezing the cloth, he let the water fall inside, but that only served to choke the poor guy even more.

Maybe it was the blood inside the lung? Seeing the knife at his side, Lincoln grabbed it, but the other guy didn't have the same idea as him. Trying to defend himself from any torture that the albino boy was going to do to him, he grabbed him by the arm to try to stop him from doing anything, but he was already weak. Lincoln saw this, and decided to stop acting. "HEY HEY HEY FRIEND" He said in English, after so long. He even looked weird talking that way after spending more than years speaking only in German... "I'm a friend..." Moving down to the man's uniform, Lincoln cut off the buttons to reveal the cuts on the guy's rib. He took the cloth from earlier to try to stop the bleeding, but as soon as he looked at his face, the man had already closed his eyes and stopped breathing. God… what had he done… He was already overwhelmed, but to see this before him was too much. Lincoln began to howl in tears over the death of the stranger. Deciding to take something in honor of him, he rummaged through his uniform and found three things: A photo, military ID card, and a notebook with a pen. Looking at the photo, Lincoln's heart sank like never before in his chest. In the photo, there was a man with a beautiful girl next to him, and in her arms, there was a baby, at most Lily's age. But as soon as he picked up the photo, it was stained with blood from his hands. Dropping the things, he let out a short cry, and, burying his hand in the dirt, he rubbed it against his hands to draw out the blood. After composing himself, he took out his military ID card and opened it. God could only be punishing him... On the first page it was already written: "Jonah Marshall; Typesetter". He started to cry even more. He wasn't even a war soldier, and yet, he died. Now there was only the notebook... What other proof of the cruelty he committed would be there. "Dearest Mary;" He read "Today I really didn't want it to come, but it did. Today will be my first time on Battlefield. I hope to stay vicious until the end of all this so I can come home and see Adam grow up healthy and strong. I'll send you more letters like this when I can. I love you so much love"

May God punish him, because this weight is too much for him, his eyes were already shedding legitimate tears of deep regret. "Forgive me... Family... I promise" He said as he fixed his uniform, zipping it up and covering the cuts with his cloth. "I promise..." He lay on top of the body, praying intensely for forgiveness and to be absolved. He destroyed a family... He destroyed a family that had barely begun, and he made sure it didn't even go on like that when he killed the man. A few minutes passed, and the sun was already setting on the horizon, leaving the sky with shades of orange and gray from the smoke. He looked at the water with disgust for what he saw: his own reflection. There were no more noises, shots, screams, or explosions, but he knew that soon it would start all over again. "Hey buddy!" Looking out of the crater, on the rim, was Hanz. He was without his uniform vest. Probably tired of running with that and all the weight. Lincoln looked at him with dull eyes and seeing him reach out his hand, Hanz didn't hesitate to help him.Now it was night, Lincoln carried the boxes he will carry earlier, while Hanz carried the ammo belts. He explained that he disappeared because he needed to look for something in the trenches that belonged to him, which the French have now taken, since the Americans forced them to retreat. Lincoln didn't ask anything else as it could be something private or of value to him. The two were silent and the atmosphere was calm, but it was still dangerous, because all those fallen bodies gave an idea of why. The two continued second towards the horizon, supposedly towards Eugzack, where the rest of the crew would be. On the way, Lincoln told him what he had done, and Hanz could only console him, as what was done could not be undone. Now, he would have to stay until the end. What a stupid decision not?

Hello again!! Sorry for taking too long, but if you saw my previous chapters, you may have a notion of why

But fear not, this chapter is new and fresh, so I hope you enjoyed

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