A Gasp was heard as the quiet atmosphere was only heard, with only the sounds of birds chirping. A man slowly stands up, around him was destruction, blood, and bodies. The Man slowly collapses when he stood up, falling on all fours as he groans in pain, his hand clutching his thigh as he looks down, the woodland BDU Covered in blood as he looks around. He breathes heavily, as he looked around. Bodies lay on the ground, covered in blood and snow, burnt tanks, and almost everything was dead.

He glances at his thigh, seeing a piece of metal sticking out as he grit his teeth. He spots a body of a radio operator sticking out as he crawls towards the body, half buried in snow as he collapses next to the body, grabbing the radio as he desperately tried to operate it.

He quickly stopped moving and looked as he heard voices coming from the distance, as he looked closely, he sees men in brown clothing and tactical gear, Soviet troops. He quickly looked around for a weapon, before realizing he can't fight in his injured state. He quickly lay down on the ground, grabbing the radio Operator and placing the Body over him. He quickly stops moving and held his breath as he could hear footsteps approaching. He sees boots walking past him, leaving footprints as he held his breath. However, one of the boots suddenly stops and turns towards him as his eyes widen.

WAR IS HELL