The year is 1916. Viktoria is in our grasp. Our infantry is pushing through enemy territory at rapid speed. From one trench to another, a heavy weight ways on all of us and it's not just the bodies talking. The stress of war takes a toll on all of us, including myself along with the medics. New cases happen every day. Soldiers have grown weary from the constant fighting. Some have grown so stressed that they are practically shaking frantically from the intense artillery. Oh how I wish to come back home to see you again Mutti.

Your son, Gunter.



I took some inspiration from the soldiers during WW1. Thought it would be nice since I mainly make German infantry skins and such. Keep and mine that Gunter's letter may not be historically accurate, but instead is just a small interpretation on what might had happen during the time.