THE MESSENGER

The trench is a muddy mess from the months of rain and advance. Surprisingly it’s quite mellow in the trenches, the song ‘Oh, it’s a lovely war!’ playing in the background from a radio far off. The yelling of a German officer can just be heard from the German trench a few hundred-thousand feet off. “Ein! Zwei! Dwei!” He’d yell, over and over again, a drill most likely. A few soldiers are writing letters, sleeping, or listening to the song.

An abandoned German KWagon tank sprawls out over the trench, making a shady place under it. Two more FT 17 tanks are halfway across No Man’s Land, but have also been abandoned. Indian soldiers keep a watchful eye on the German trench, a marching sound coming from the gas covered across No Man’s Land. A K-Wagon peeks across No Man’s Land, a French officer then goes back into his quarters for a Pigeon. The K-Wagon comes through with more following it, an invasion, soldiers walk behind the K-Wagon’s and run through the thick Chlorine gas.

The Pigeon the officer was going for flies off for the British trench. A squad or two of British soldiers come back and get in the trench, ready to hold it.

The French officer yells out to the rest of the trench, saying: “Nous allons tenir la ligne!” (We will hold the line!) Sadly, the Germans overrun the trench, the pigeon would fly off with the fleeing soldiers for the Russian trench, a tsar tank would rush across the battlefield, with at least 1,000 Cossacks, along with a British flamethrower squad. Now, the Germans would run away, the Russians and British having enough forces to overrun their trench, giving the Entente a foothold on Verdun.