Currently, the year is 1944

The Axis forces are being pushed back greatly

A lot of territory has been lost

Any chance of hope is gradually diminishing 

But for now, a volunteer division is called upon for an assignment

Division Werewolf 

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Its quite amazing, I never thought i'd see myself here. I guess it was all an adventure at first, but soon I realized this wasn't like what I'd expected it to be. No heroic like feats of triumph, or remarkable feelings of joy. 

No.

I see death, and despair. Hunger and cold. Deserters or cowards. I guess you can't really blame them, I mean being told how proudly you have held back the last attack, only to be encircled and pushed back again day by day. We are now in regions we conquered months prior, setting up defensive positions in preparation for another attack. It truly is demoralizing, and all the confidence we had built up is vastly being lost. 

Now they called upon us, Division Werewolf, all of us with mixed backgrounds and ethnicities, and I'm almost positive the only ethnic German in our Division is the Oberführer as well as a few officers. But to be quite honest, I'm excited to finally take part full force in the front lines. It truly shows how desperate the situation is.

Before we were only tasked to follow behind the other Wehrmacht Divisions and Waffen SS Divisions as a "clean up" crew you could say. Patrolling and making sure no pockets of Reds were still lingering in our allied Lines, but not much had been seen. 

But now I, Sturmmann Ruiz, of Waffen SS Division Werewolf will finally be partaking in this losing war.