I led my team to present the appetizer of the glory we will bring to the United States of America. Just last week, we arrived at a hot zone. Yesterday, we followed a French-led attack and sprinted across the no man’s land. There were some (a lot of) cowards who disobeyed orders and did not sprint with us until we breached the enemy line. Dave and Carl provided us with covering fire while Raphael used his sharp eyes and shot three Germans. I used my Trench Gun and eliminated six, the most out of my team. Marcus killed one, although he insists that he killed two. Reklaw missed all of his shots, and he accused Raphael of shooting all the targets he was aiming for. Matthew, however, struggled to keep up with our sprint.

Despite how rough and grippy the soil is, running (without slipping and falling) is difficult as we had to navigate the maze of barbed wires, iron scraps, and occasionally have a bullet zoom by.

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The zone I am in right now is constantly cloudy, with ruined buildings and partial walls. As I am writing this, I can smell dense smoke in the air as well as victory. The ration tasted awful, like always. We also have to routinely keep our guns clean, and by “we”, I mean Reklaw, who does most of the cleaning.

During that charge, my team took two prisoners of war, and the French sent them to prison camps - way better than how the Germans treated their prisoners. I heard from American and British publications that prisoners held by Germans were forced to work day and night like slaves and routinely got raped in the most filthy room possible.