WILLIAM HALDANE "HAL" ROUND 1893-1916 He attended the school that I would later go on to attend. I had to write a poem about him once as an assignment for English class. He was a British Army Captain who was killed in a shell explosion on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.
" Novas máquinas de extermínio como o tanque mudaram a dinâmica da guerra de repente, por sorte a maioria dos tanques estava do nosso lado embora não fossem todos. "
It's just a video game I know but my 1st playthrough on this I was speechless not much of shock more out of fear when I seen the soldiers walking without any guns not caring to fight anymore it messed me up they were walking next to tanks as well 💔
" Private Günter Bauer, 77th division, 1898-1918. " The smoke cleared up, as Günter slowly looked around. The artillery stopped. Now to take over the enemy trench. He was shaking. His rifle was like a branch in a wind. He heard the general's footsteps, and looked behind him. The general had a gas mask. Günter quickly took his helmet off and put his gas mask on. He knew that when general wore his mask, It meant that they'll walk to the enemy in deadly fumes of mustard gas. The general stood up on one of the boxes, that were once full of ammunition. " Men! Today, we shall take the enemy trench, whilst covered in our own deadly smoke. Prepare your weapons, make sure your loaded!!! ONWARDS!!! " Soldiers around Günter started to move. Günter put his hand on his chest. He wasn't christian, but he needed atleast some kind of hope. He grabbed the ladder, and climbed. The ground was black, mustard gas and constant bombardment destroyed everything that was green. The trees were only sharp nails in the ground, they had similiar colour to the ground, with only a wooden texture. The barbed wire was scattered around. Some sank in the ground and were barely visible. That gave Günter illusion that the barbed wire were some sort of tentacles that would pierce someone and drag them underground to the pits of hell. And then he thought. This place looked like hell, so what was the difference? He couldn't figure it out. Then he heard a shot and screaming. One of the soldiers in front of him was lying on the ground, covering his head, while the soldier in front was falling to the ground. Another shot came. This time, It scratched Günters helmet. He screamed and covered. Soldiers around started shooting. The Brits knew they were in the poisonous cloud. Günter was lying on the ground. His hands were shaking, and he couldn't see properly, as his eyes were shaking as well. He felt something falling on him. It was a German soldier. He briefly saw his name. Hans...something. Günter pushed him away and quickly grabbed his rifle. He shot the first enemy soldier he saw. Another came and punched him in the face. The enemy soldier then took Günters rifle and decided to stab him. Günters eyes widened in horror. He kicked the rifle out of the way, and quickly stood up. He pulled out his knife and stabbed the unknown soldier in the neck...5 times to be exact. Günter then looked around. He got sick. It was only slaughter around him. He saw a guy getting his head cut off with an axe, another one beating the enemy with his own helmet. He saw a german soldier praying...after few seconds he got shot in the leg. Günter was terrified. Was this real? Was this hell? He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't do anything. He heard a brit charging at him. Günter quickly grabbed his rifle and hit the brit with the It's buttstock. He then pulled the bayonet off of his rifle and stabbed the brit in the heart. Another brit caught him by his neck. Günter screamed. You could clearly hear him scream through his mask. He waved his hands around until he scratched the brit with his bayonet. The brit let go, and held his neck where Günter stabbed him. Günter didn't wait for shit. He grabbed the nearest weapon, a shovel left behind by someone, and hit the brit. Günter felt something...strange. The fear was slowly turning into anger. He looked around, and ran to the nearest enemy. He hit him in his shoulder. He continued hitting him, until the brits upper portion of his body fell off. He ran to another enemy, slicing his head off, and running to another enemy, cutting his hands off and kicking him in the face. There was nothing to stop his anger. From a scared human, to a killing machine with no remorse. Then...he stopped. He saw the enemy general. His eyes lit up with lust for blood. He screamed and started running towards the general. The general noticed him from far away, and started shooting Günter got hit in his shoulder, he didn't slow down. He got shot in his left leg. He slowed down to look at the damage the general caused. But he shook it off. He was so close. So close to killing another man. General shot for the last time and missed, as he was pushed by Günter. Günter then lifted his shovel. The general looked terrified. He hit once, he hit twice...the third hit was faster. And he gained speed after each hit. He screamed...he kept hitting a corpse of what was once a human...he cried...he slaughtered...and stopped. He heard many shots from a distance. He saw shells coming straight for him. He dropped his shovel. And gave up. " Mein...Gott...sei meiner...Seele gnädig... " He said...as it all went dark...
War is living hell, everything about it is hell, I wish I was there to at least help the allies win and just experience it thank you for every serviceman who graciously fought and died so we could be here thank you, veterans, OORAH!
Thomas Breckenridge 1st Battalion, Lincolnshire Regiment 1889-1916 Joachim Strauss Brandenburg 24th Regiment 1888-1916 Pierre Dieucroix 58th Bataillons de chasseurs à pied 1889-1916 Vasily Simonev 46th Army Corps 1887-1916 Joseph Wilkins 1/308th Infantry Regiment 1900-1918 Their sacrifice stopped nothing. Two decades later another generation would perish in the furnace of war before the world could once again return to peace. And yet we stand poised to send yet another generation to the same fate. When will we learn that death begets more death? That mankind was meant to live united in purpose rather the divided by race, creed, or ideology? Will we finally honor the memory of those who died a century ago and set aside our differences? Or will we just spit on it and unleash an orgy of destruction upon ourselves because of a petty demagogue? Our choices now determine whether the deaths of all those people meant something. Will we heed their call or ignore them?
Unfortunately, as long as human beings continue to exist, and planet earth keeps spinning, warfare will find us indefinitely. At least, that's what it looks like...
That game was something else. It was fun (if you ignore the PTSD of course) to storm the trenches with your friends while all of your other teammates got mowed down a few meters away. You made your way deep into enemy territory, losing squad member after squad member, until eventually, you were the only one left, knowing you won't make it back, you decide to do a last stand and see how many enemies you can kill before dying yourself and restarting a new adventure a few moments later. To all the people who died in war: Sorry we don't live up to your sacrifices.
"It was a feeling of exultation with a rifle and a couple of mills bombs in our pockets we were able to get stuck in with the bastards that have been killing our mates" They shall not grow old
Its even sadder to think that majority of this "men" weren't even fully grown adults, most of them were simply old teenagers. And if their's one thing some survivors might had experienced, it might be thinking of the life they had taken, and to realize that the "monster" he killed, was just a human himself.
@@Void_Wars It was the pride of France. Falkenhayn wanted to take and hold it to bleed the French army dry, a battle of attrition. Many claim that that was only a later justification for the death toll that a supposedly planned offensive took at the gates of Verdun. It is still being debated to this day if Verdun was even a good call. And I believe for what was lost, it was not.
Creepy fact about world wars: In WW1 life expectancy lowered to 17 years in the whole world, while in WW2 it lowered to 18 years. That's because if you were a teenager/child, you were expected to give military service in a matter of years (plus they couldn't know when the war would've ended)
WILLIAM HALDANE "HAL" ROUND 1893-1916 He attended the school that I would later go on to attend. I had to write a poem about him once as an assignment for English class. He was a British Army Captain who was killed in a shell explosion on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.
0:00 We're surrounded! We have to hold this line!
0:00 We're surrounded! We have to hold this line! 3:03 Airship coming down!
You are not expected to survive
Still the best soundtrack ever
" Novas máquinas de extermínio como o tanque mudaram a dinâmica da guerra de repente, por sorte a maioria dos tanques estava do nosso lado embora não fossem todos. "
I couldn’t imagine felling so helpless in ww1
"They were not men to fight...they were just children excited about something they should never have experienced"
So darkness. Still cant believe that this was
If I remember your life expectancy for ww1 was around 1 week
What a Badass picture
Powerful the violin at the background... It literally scraps your soul and cuts it into pieces. Such a masterpiece.
The game atmosphere changes immediately at 2:25 and mission objective is hold at any cost. Not less than a cinematic experience
This picture is stunning me...
😲😲😲
It's just a video game I know but my 1st playthrough on this I was speechless not much of shock more out of fear when I seen the soldiers walking without any guns not caring to fight anymore it messed me up they were walking next to tanks as well 💔
2:10 *HOLD HOLD HOLD HOLD HOLD HOLD HOLD HOLD!!!!!!!!!*
*Just the dark hopelessness this makes you feel is wild. Amazing how powerful music can be.*
If your saying seeing the “hold at all cost” objective at the gas part didn’t get you chills, your lying
" Private Günter Bauer, 77th division, 1898-1918. " The smoke cleared up, as Günter slowly looked around. The artillery stopped. Now to take over the enemy trench. He was shaking. His rifle was like a branch in a wind. He heard the general's footsteps, and looked behind him. The general had a gas mask. Günter quickly took his helmet off and put his gas mask on. He knew that when general wore his mask, It meant that they'll walk to the enemy in deadly fumes of mustard gas. The general stood up on one of the boxes, that were once full of ammunition. " Men! Today, we shall take the enemy trench, whilst covered in our own deadly smoke. Prepare your weapons, make sure your loaded!!! ONWARDS!!! " Soldiers around Günter started to move. Günter put his hand on his chest. He wasn't christian, but he needed atleast some kind of hope. He grabbed the ladder, and climbed. The ground was black, mustard gas and constant bombardment destroyed everything that was green. The trees were only sharp nails in the ground, they had similiar colour to the ground, with only a wooden texture. The barbed wire was scattered around. Some sank in the ground and were barely visible. That gave Günter illusion that the barbed wire were some sort of tentacles that would pierce someone and drag them underground to the pits of hell. And then he thought. This place looked like hell, so what was the difference? He couldn't figure it out. Then he heard a shot and screaming. One of the soldiers in front of him was lying on the ground, covering his head, while the soldier in front was falling to the ground. Another shot came. This time, It scratched Günters helmet. He screamed and covered. Soldiers around started shooting. The Brits knew they were in the poisonous cloud. Günter was lying on the ground. His hands were shaking, and he couldn't see properly, as his eyes were shaking as well. He felt something falling on him. It was a German soldier. He briefly saw his name. Hans...something. Günter pushed him away and quickly grabbed his rifle. He shot the first enemy soldier he saw. Another came and punched him in the face. The enemy soldier then took Günters rifle and decided to stab him. Günters eyes widened in horror. He kicked the rifle out of the way, and quickly stood up. He pulled out his knife and stabbed the unknown soldier in the neck...5 times to be exact. Günter then looked around. He got sick. It was only slaughter around him. He saw a guy getting his head cut off with an axe, another one beating the enemy with his own helmet. He saw a german soldier praying...after few seconds he got shot in the leg. Günter was terrified. Was this real? Was this hell? He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't do anything. He heard a brit charging at him. Günter quickly grabbed his rifle and hit the brit with the It's buttstock. He then pulled the bayonet off of his rifle and stabbed the brit in the heart. Another brit caught him by his neck. Günter screamed. You could clearly hear him scream through his mask. He waved his hands around until he scratched the brit with his bayonet. The brit let go, and held his neck where Günter stabbed him. Günter didn't wait for shit. He grabbed the nearest weapon, a shovel left behind by someone, and hit the brit. Günter felt something...strange. The fear was slowly turning into anger. He looked around, and ran to the nearest enemy. He hit him in his shoulder. He continued hitting him, until the brits upper portion of his body fell off. He ran to another enemy, slicing his head off, and running to another enemy, cutting his hands off and kicking him in the face. There was nothing to stop his anger. From a scared human, to a killing machine with no remorse. Then...he stopped. He saw the enemy general. His eyes lit up with lust for blood. He screamed and started running towards the general. The general noticed him from far away, and started shooting Günter got hit in his shoulder, he didn't slow down. He got shot in his left leg. He slowed down to look at the damage the general caused. But he shook it off. He was so close. So close to killing another man. General shot for the last time and missed, as he was pushed by Günter. Günter then lifted his shovel. The general looked terrified. He hit once, he hit twice...the third hit was faster. And he gained speed after each hit. He screamed...he kept hitting a corpse of what was once a human...he cried...he slaughtered...and stopped. He heard many shots from a distance. He saw shells coming straight for him. He dropped his shovel. And gave up. " Mein...Gott...sei meiner...Seele gnädig... " He said...as it all went dark...
Damn son. That's rough.
And this happened to millions of men, or teens. Some had it worse
That's deep mate... I can see that this is a true story...
Truly captures the gruesome brutality of "The war to end all wars,it ended nothing".
War is living hell, everything about it is hell, I wish I was there to at least help the allies win and just experience it thank you for every serviceman who graciously fought and died so we could be here thank you, veterans, OORAH!
Thomas Breckenridge 1st Battalion, Lincolnshire Regiment 1889-1916 Joachim Strauss Brandenburg 24th Regiment 1888-1916 Pierre Dieucroix 58th Bataillons de chasseurs à pied 1889-1916 Vasily Simonev 46th Army Corps 1887-1916 Joseph Wilkins 1/308th Infantry Regiment 1900-1918 Their sacrifice stopped nothing. Two decades later another generation would perish in the furnace of war before the world could once again return to peace. And yet we stand poised to send yet another generation to the same fate. When will we learn that death begets more death? That mankind was meant to live united in purpose rather the divided by race, creed, or ideology? Will we finally honor the memory of those who died a century ago and set aside our differences? Or will we just spit on it and unleash an orgy of destruction upon ourselves because of a petty demagogue? Our choices now determine whether the deaths of all those people meant something. Will we heed their call or ignore them?
The only thing history teaches us is that we can't learn from it, not the most important lessons.
@@vulthurmir2478 Alas it's relearnt generation after generation only to be forgotten when the next comes of age
@@thewhiteknightman let's work to break that cycle, even if we won't live to see it broken.
Unfortunately, as long as human beings continue to exist, and planet earth keeps spinning, warfare will find us indefinitely. At least, that's what it looks like...
*Multinational corporations and multi millionaires:* I think not you plebian.
The Pic, the soundtrack!!! 👌🏾
2021 anyone?
22. When I used to play prologue, my jaw dropped. Epic AF.
2023 The game is still an all time favorite of mine
24 this game will never age
Das verschafft mir so eine gänsehaut.
Fighting in No Mans Land
0:37 When you find yourself on a helicopter crash site, and you are alone, the only survivor of the crash. 2:27 You fight a skilled survivor. Epicly.
That game was something else. It was fun (if you ignore the PTSD of course) to storm the trenches with your friends while all of your other teammates got mowed down a few meters away. You made your way deep into enemy territory, losing squad member after squad member, until eventually, you were the only one left, knowing you won't make it back, you decide to do a last stand and see how many enemies you can kill before dying yourself and restarting a new adventure a few moments later. To all the people who died in war: Sorry we don't live up to your sacrifices.
if you remove the "restarting a new adventure a few moments later" you had basically described how all the wars in humans history were fought.
I want to know who the fuck disliked this and why
This just goes to show that no matter how far the world comes, war will never change. There is no glory to it.
Maintain your position!!!
2:27 best soundtrack for prolouge.
2:26 This is what pure adrenaline and desperation sound like
Officer's whistle; the song.
"We all think it would be an adventure, let me tell you, it was nothing like an adventure
*What follows is frontline combat.* *You are not expected to survive.*
"The war to end all wars"
But ended just human lives
But it wnded nothing
"It was a feeling of exultation with a rifle and a couple of mills bombs in our pockets we were able to get stuck in with the bastards that have been killing our mates" They shall not grow old
This theme is so accurate... The intro of this game is one of the best of the history....
Epic
2:26
Never again war in Europe. We are Brothers and Sisters
Its even sadder to think that majority of this "men" weren't even fully grown adults, most of them were simply old teenagers. And if their's one thing some survivors might had experienced, it might be thinking of the life they had taken, and to realize that the "monster" he killed, was just a human himself.
Search up the city of verdun, it was incredibly small for the half million death battle that took place.
@@Void_Wars It was the pride of France. Falkenhayn wanted to take and hold it to bleed the French army dry, a battle of attrition. Many claim that that was only a later justification for the death toll that a supposedly planned offensive took at the gates of Verdun. It is still being debated to this day if Verdun was even a good call. And I believe for what was lost, it was not.
Yeah i heard that the most Tenagers Age was From 15 to 21 they didnt made it to be a Full Grown Adult
Creepy fact about world wars: In WW1 life expectancy lowered to 17 years in the whole world, while in WW2 it lowered to 18 years. That's because if you were a teenager/child, you were expected to give military service in a matter of years (plus they couldn't know when the war would've ended)
Based on my creativity this would be the build up for the Apocalypse DLC theme
I will await your arrival on 2024.
@@paperclip6377 here he comes
@@HurDUR3000 God damn time flies. It feels like a couple months ago was 2022.
@@paperclip6377 I do miss 2022, next thing you know nobody will even remember this masterpiece of a game
@@HurDUR3000 oh God I hope that never happens
My intention stay here no humanity.....Just Pure Hate
Hatred against the fact of being in love.....Love turns into hate at a certian point.....
This song gives me PTSD
Then it served its purpose.
Rip French soldiers 😢
And german aswell
All soldiers should rest in peace.
Name ?
Chargeee!
That is the sound of war and blood!!!!