Recap of Episode 2 - Time later in this war, we are introduced to three new friends. Josiah Cattle, Dustin Shepherd, and Thomas Red Heeler. Best friends until the end of this war. They will encourage one another and carry the other comrade to victory. To freedom. To salvation. Yet at first, it didn't go in that direction. Our British side lost the first battle, gaining a disadvantage and loss in morale. This will heavily affect them. Not only doesn't affect their mental stability…

But their unity among men…

A wasteland. That's what describes the battle that has been fought. Nothing but ashes and broken wood spread across fields that were once green. A bright color, now a gray surrounding. But amidst this land of ash and pain, there was life. A life trapped under layers of cold ground and bloody debris. A life more broken than ever…yet they have to endure it.

In the middle of this debris, there is a certain spot that keeps moving. It gets pushed up, as if someone is trying to get out. Then, it became louder.

*thump*...*thump*...*THUMP!*

A pair of dirty paws pop out of the heavy debris that covers the majority of the ground. Arms followed, and then it began to struggle to make room for the rest of the body to find an opening. Eventually, the arms cracked the debris open and let through a head. Revealing it to be Jakob, our officer, sweating and breathing heavily. He wears a face of panic, almost having no hope of getting out of their imprisonment. He looks around worryingly. Paying attention to every single detail in the surrounding. Fortunately, there is no sight of enemies. No Germans walking through their trenches. Jakob gets calm. His heavy breathing starts taking pace and lowering the tone. He then starts pushing himself upwards, lifting as hard as he can. After a brutesque minute of elevation, he gets out and pulls himself up on four legs. He yells to the hole, "Coast's clear!"

Once said, the rest of the men begin popping out and stabilize their walk. Many feel lightweight, others are exhausted. In between this mess, Levon climbs out. Terrified and shocked, seeing that this is his first time in a battle. He can barely feel his arms. His balance is far from good, and his mind is more blurred than a foggy window in Autumn's rains. He barely climbs himself out, and as he finally gets out, he crawls only a few inches and collapses on the ground. Wishing that he was dead rather than alive. Now all he could see beside happiness, was just clouds of despair and broken spirit.

Jakob then speaks out exhausted, "Let's try to…clean out the debris. Not that it matters."

As ordered, the majority of the men began to work. All with the exception of Thomas, Jakob, and Levon himself. The three have done everything, and gave everything. Yet it didn't matter. Fate has brought the Germans to win this time. And passing the three men, a White Swiss Shepherd dog stopped next to Levon and said the following.

"Hey mate."

Levon looks up in return, wondering who this stranger is and what he wants. He gazes at the Swiss canine, to which the two make contact.

He questioned Levon calmly and reasonably, "You okay?" Levon looks at him somewhat frustrated, to which the anonymous canine responds quickly.

"I know, I know. Stupid question. I'm asking in the form of," the dog points at Levon's body, "injuries, like broken bones, aching muscles, any of that."

Levon nods understandingly, and answers back to the Swiss, "Oh, no. I'm…fine. Well, to say the least."

The dog hums in agreement, nodding up and down. He then fancies himself a seat by getting down on knee and keeps on chatting with Levon. A bit shy, but tries his best to help others in their time of need. The Swiss attempts to console by saying, "That's good. Good that you're still on your feet, you know. It may not look like it, but you…are one brave Heeler. And trust me, I don't say such a thing to just anyone. Sure they may decide to turn complete Hercules and want to fight even the fucking Kaiser himself, but you know what they don't have?"

The dog pauses to see what Levon's response would be. On the other hand, Levon only looks away in confusion, then looks back. Full of disdain, the thoughtful wolf only stares at the Swiss canine, who is waiting patiently for an answer. The Swiss, catching up to Levon's confusion, finally speaks out, revealing the answer, "Hmhm, yes, I too would be silent if I didn't know the answer. But the true and only choice to that question…is love."

With this weird answer, Levon gazes in doubt, unsure of what kind of response is that. His ears lean to one side as his head, and sits more straighter. The Swiss dog continues explaining, "Yeah, you heard me. It's Love. Why? Well, a soldier can fight for something like honor or for a piece of metal on their chest. But truthfully, those who fight for that same reason…are blind mice. Stepping into the unknown, only to then be killed in the instance by the cat. They leave their homes to fight for something so useless. So worthless that once they die, they can't take it with them to their deathbed. Nor can they carry it with them to Heaven. It stays there. Rotting for the next centuries to pass by. Never to be admired by anyone or anybody. But those who fight for the opposite…they are true warriors. They fight not because they hate what is in front of them, but because they love what is behind them. Their homes. Their families. Even their most treasured loved ones would they give their own life for. And they do it, because they love them. Love…is one of the most powerful weapons to ever exist. And the one who doesn't have it…they are dead inside. They…are not dog."

Levon looks down, even more thoughtful and questionable than the last silence. His head filed up with more thoughts of uncertainty, inquisitive on his own existence and why he was here. But as he began gazing at the ground, he noticed a small puddle on the dirt. And within the puddle, he could see his own reflection. His own face filled with mud and bruises. A dark tone set around him. He couldn't believe what he saw. A young canine Heeler covered in mud and dirt all over. Sickening and unsettling. It made him want to vomit as he saw this horrible sight, just seeing nothing more than a dead dog was all repugnating for him. But even so with this horrible view, he knew that the Swiss canine was right. He was brought here. To a slaughterhouse of mass destruction and murder to die for some stupid king and the country. Yet in reality, he wasn't here for that. Now, in these dire times, he had to fight for a true cause. One that had sense in fighting for. One that was worth the sacrifice and blood others have put in for. One…that meant true passion. The love for others. Love for family, friends, and those who care.

He heard it…and now believes it. As he stares into the puddle, his mind flashes memories of the Heeler family. The family that came to show true care for him. The ones that gave everything for him and showed all the love that they had within. That was something worth fighting for. Fight not for what you believe now, but for what you believed in always and forever. Something that only love can do.

Levon sheds a tear and smiles. All these skimming flashbacks have got him realizing why he is truly here for. He understands. Now…he will accomplish. He looks back to the Swiss in tears of joy, and remarks, "Thanks. That was…relieving. For me, at least."

The Swiss chuckles slightly and nods up and down, finally speaking out with glee, "Nah, it was nothing. It is the least I can do for pups like you during these…harsh moments on monotonous lands."

Levon smiles even more as he hears this. His eyes glisten in comfort, while his heart paces back to normality and his mind is at ease. Levon wipes the tears off his face. And decides to do a nice gesture on his part. He asks slowly, "What…what is your name?"

"The name's Fynn Swisser. From Galway, Ireland," Fynn replies, helping Levon stand back on his hind legs. Levon, recovering his balance on his legs, responds with, "Hmm, nice name. Mine is Levon. Levon Heeler from Brisbane, Australia."

Fynn tilts his head in amazement and answers in surprise, "Wow, that's cool. I've always wondered what the Aussie weather is like. Like breezy and cool, or sunny yet mild. That sort of thing, you get?"

"Hmhm, yes. I get it. Many people ask me that once they know I'm an Australian pup. It is so constant that it happens too!" Levon meekly tells, rubbing some dirt off his uniform.

But before the two could continue their chat together, a sudden argument began brewing within the team. Two vexed dogs started discussing out of nowhere, yet it didn't seem like any friendly argument among comrades. The two shouted at each other. Accusing the other of hoax and countering with slurs and vulgar answers. All this commotion ends up causing the attention of everyone around them, including Levon, Fynn, and Jakob. Everyone nears themselves against this fight, curious about this strange and rather surprising argument. Jakob, being the officer of the team, hurries himself to reveal what all this problematic screaming is about.

What in bloody hell?Jakob thought, trying to walk as fast as he could towards the location of the squabble. Everyone else proceeds to do the same, having the same thoughts and attitude. Once there, the truth is finally revealed. A Schnauzer, waving his fists up and pointing at his opponent quite profusely, argues with the other canine, a Pitbull, who is snarling and claws out already. The two look dead in the eye at each other, growling of hatred. It might as well have looked like they were about to fight each other, and not in a verbal sense. Luckily, Jakob comes jumping in, putting his hands up into a halt. While the others, especially the friends of the two fighters, try holding them back and helping the situation calm down.

Jakob enters with a serious tone, and with hands up, he shouts, "Woah, woah! What in shiting hell is this ruckus?!" But even so, the two stay looking at each other. Not giving not a single piece of attention to Jakob.

This infuriates Jakob, causing him to push the Pitbull and question. "I said, what the FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

The pitbull then pays actual attention to Jakob, beginning to ramble on with harsh gestures. He shouts in response, "To Hell! To Hell with this FECKING bastard! Fuck you and your German race!"

But before Jakob could react, the Schnauzer came closer to the Pitbull, almost plunging himself right at the frustrated canine. Luckily, Jakob holds him back before any damage can be done. Then, the Schnauzer screams back, "You can go to scheiße as well, you Tommy cock-sucker!" With this, the Pitbull attempts to launch himself back at the growling Schnauzer. Throwing punches and clawing his way at the canine, to which Jakob did his best to avoid any contact from either dog. The two tried, but Jakob had them pretty tight far from each other, stretching his arms as wide as he could.

Consequently, this act of racial hatred caused more to join in on the violent conflict. Dustin Sable Spitz, our Finnish Spitz dog, came in running and pushed the Pitbull back a bit. Right after, he shouted at the Schnauzer, "HEY, BITCHIN' KRAUT! You mess with Peter here and you'll fecking sign your death contract!"

"You stay out of this, Arschloch!" The Schnauzer barks back at Dustin, proceeding to spit at his face. Dustin gets angrier than ever, having the urge to just pounce at the Schnauzer wanker any minute. Sadly, his urge gets interrupted by another dog who turns him around violently and screams right in his face.

"Who do you think you are, Tommy cunt?! That's my mate, prick! Mess with lad and you get the devil himself!" A Siberian dog pushes Dustin against the wall, causing Dustin to launch himself right back at the angry Siberian malamute.

Dustin responds back yelling, "Go to hell, bastard! You and your army can meet me up any time!"

All of a sudden, another canine comes jumping in, helping the Siberian side in the squabble. The new dog shouts at Dustin, "Take on the bull, you get the horns! Move the fuck out, bitch!" Once that was said, the three began to squabble violently at each other. They shouted with all their might adjacent to one another. None didn't care for compassion, nor mercy in this instance. Their little amount of care was thrown out the window, and now they could only rely on their own fire to fight the fire. All the while, Levon came along. Witnessing this brutal argument, Levon came closer to hear more closely and maybe get some courage to step in. Unfortunately, he is knocked down by one of the opposing dogs and is thrown against the dirt. He ends up especially hitting right into a puddle of mud.

But this…was the last straw. The Siberian wolf and the other dog gaze behind the sight of what just happened. On the other hand, Dustin has just witnessed a crime committed. He had just seen his new good friend get pushed to the dirt by a bunch of twats. His new best friend. His eyes had fired up with red and blood. His fists clenched completely, to a point where his nails could almost dig into his skin and squeeze the dark-red liquid out of his palm's veins. His muscles grew, and his ego too. He had lost all sense of holding back. He had no feelings to give. None to display. He only thought of one thing…retribution.

Two seconds after the two canines turned to see the crime, Dustin turned the Siberian dog around and brutally threw a hard punch right at the face, causing the dog to lose balance and almost feel his whole body numb. But quickly reacting, the other canine sends a punch right back. Even though it caused a slight pain to Dustin, Dustin brushed it off and started fighting against the brutal canine and the two ended up rolling across the dirt. Subsequently, this brawl would lead to the others choosing sides and began a great civil war among the once-united team there. Jakob, witnessing these actions, tries his best holding back any sort of conflict that was near him. Thankfully, he wasn't the only one, as Josiah Cattle came in to help and tried his best as well.

Accompanying this grand brawl, Levon laid on the floor, witnessing this bloody conflict go right over him. All the punches swing across to make contact with the fur of another. All the wood stakes being picked up to then strike right at the body of the snarling fighter. All the blood that spread across their trench, turning water into red and silky. All this violence…brought memories back to his past. Even before his Heeler family, he had another one. A couple who adopted him with care and love to show the young pup and nourish all their lives…or so he thought. Eventually, true colors were revealed. They were abusive. They were disgusting. They hated him. A single spill of a drink could cause a complete fit of rage from them. This would scar Levon for life. His own little shellshock. And with all this violence going on, it would only make matters even worse for him. In response, Levon covered his ears with his arms and crawled into a ball, trembling harder than a level 9 earthquake. His whole body in inertia, frozen and still.

This slight trauma would catch the attention of Jakob, where on his side, trying his best to avoid conflict with anyone and stop the mess being created. Jakob freezes as he sees the young pup crawled on the dirt, trembling in fear and cursing his own self. With this action, Jakob immediately gets to preventing any more of a brutal conflict. He swings chairs all over the place, pushing dogs to the ground, attempting everything he thought of. But alas, the more wood he threw, the fire kept growing. This would eventually lead him to halt all action and try a different alternative. He looked around the trenches, seeing canines throw each other to the ground and punch repeatedly. How many grabbed whatever they could to weaken the other opponent, swinging with great force and muscle. Jakob even saw one of the soldiers throw another one straight into the air. Picking it up like it was nothing more than a pencil in his hand. Jakob knew, he had to stop this…now! He just needed an alternative.

There's got to be a way. I need a distraction for them…something that will…disturb them instantly.

Jakob thought, then finally saw the answer. He knew that to break the fight, he needed to catch their attention towards himself. Something loud and frightening. And what's more frightening than a gunshot itself?

Jakob looks at his pistol and rapidly pulls it out, proceeding to fire within the millisecond. As the gunshot is echoed out loud, it causes everyone to turn afraid and investigate the sudden noise that has just shouted out loud. Majority of the group fall to the ground covering their body for protection, while on the other hand, some like Josiah turn immediately towards Jakob and listen very carefully. Upon finding Jakob, the frustrated canine is breathing heavily. Filled with disappointment and anger, his hands clench the pistol and his snout snarls up. His eyes were filled with fire, ready to kill anyone who dared to look at him.

Jakob then shouts out with his pistol still in the air and inhaling heavily before every sentence, "Men! What is going on?! Look at yourselves! The monsters you are creating within the instance!"

His shouts make every soldier's attention face towards him. All locked on and with the spotlight. Now, Jakob has to think carefully about what to say. He has the chance to either motivate them or scold them for what they have done. He has to make his speech well-put, good enough for them to understand and comprehend well.

Jakob takes a deep breath, and rests his hands beside his sides. He gazes at the crowd, and continues, "What are you doing at a point? The nonsense you men have thrown yourselves into. It's just barbaric. We…are acting like savages. Ripping each other into pieces for the pure fun of it. With no capability to handle our situation correctly!"

Jakob then looks to Levon, who is still crawled in trauma and whispering things to himself. Jakob then points his hand at Levon and shouts out, "Look at the kid! Just look at him!"

As everyone stares at Levon, they feel pure guilt. Their faces completely change from frustration to regret. They can see that the kid is suffering. Never before witnessed a war like this in his life. And this act of suffering affects Dustin, his new best friend. Dustin just can't see a kid suffer for something so stupid and worthless. Dustin crawls over to Levon, reassuring him by saying, "Hey kid, it's alright. Your friend Dustin is here. There, there."

At the sight of Dustin there, Levon reacts in terror and jumps right into Dustin's arms. Quietly sobbing the pain he had inside. This moves the men. All they do is look to the ground, even more deep in embarrassment.

Jakob then says, "I understand, men. I get it. Why fight to begin with? They're really is no reward if we end up winning. Us Brits might lose the land we conquer here in German & French territory, as well as lose our goodness as we return home, with people screaming us slurs and horrible names. Well be picked on for the rest of our lives. Be known as outlaws in every corner of the streets of Britain. But just know men, we may be doing all this…but in reality, we fight for a good cause. We don't fight to weaken German forces or agree with violence to the claims of the shit-King himself. We fight for what we love. We fight for our friends and families who need us. We fight to end this bloody war once and for all. We will give our lives, not to those who think dangerous conquest is good, but to see the daylight once more. To see our families hug us in our arms in joy. To see our friends enjoy the lives we had before. To live…another day more."

After the talk, everyone looked at Jakob in agreement, nodding their heads up and down. They finally understood their meaning, why they were sent here to begin with. They had to fight, for they were being tested. Against their will…and against their right to live. Jakob then lifts his pistol back in the air and marks out loud, "Now who's with me?"

First, it was silent…then more silence. No one said a word to this sudden invitation. They didn't know what to say or what to do. All they could do…was think. But the one who thought most…was Levon. He remembered what Fynn had told him this morning.

You…are one brave Heeler.

He was right…but he was wrong. He wasn't brave in the slightest. He's never had to face such a challenging conflict ever in his life. All this blood…it just makes him nauseous. How can one frightened pup be brave in a cruel world like this? But he knew…if he survived, he could go back. Back to his family, friends, and life. Back to having a solid and stable life and living all his greatest moments with his family. His true family. One who would care and give love forever…and ever.

Levon opened his eyes in determination and quietly whispered, "checklist." Levon wiped the tears off his face, even using his whole arm to wipe everything swiftly. He then got back up on his feet and began dusting himself off. Taking every single piece of dirt attached to him off and grabbing a rifle as he finished. He then looked proud at Jakob and said internally, The show must go on!

Levon then screamed out, "I'm with you!" Accompanying this, Josiah shouted out the same exclamation. And eventually, they all started shouting the same thing. They all did in unison with pride and jubilation. Jakob felt good, knowing that what he did now could inspire future generations ahead of him. He then gazed at Levon and gave him a comforting nod. Levon returns the nod happily, whilst wagging his tail in joy. Jakob then looked to his men and shouted.

"Men…we have work to DO!"