I’m standing on top of a massive airship overlooking a war-torn village in Northern France. Long, muddy scars run deep across the surface of the earth, snaking between the leveled monastery and the crumbling windmill below. The trenches offer temporary shelter for my fellow soldiers as they vault between the artillery craters dotting the land, and up to the outskirts of town where our objectives are located. The roar of armored warfare on the ground is muted by distance — from where I stand, it’s the music of the circling biplanes that fill my ears.
As their bullets pierce through the zeppelin and anti-aircraft missiles from below threaten to take down the aerial war machine, I leap back down to earth. Moments before impact, I deploy my parachute, hit the ground running, and transition straight into a bayonet charge, impaling the lone enemy soldier controlling one of our points. I cautiously reposition behind a collapsed structure, marking a few enemies on the horizon for my squadmates before I settle down to await reinforcements. But in my rush to clear the wide open space before me, I neglect to see the bulky A7V that’s lumbered its way around the rubble. Its sights are on me. I won’t make it out.
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As their bullets pierce through the zeppelin and anti-aircraft missiles from below threaten to take down the aerial war machine, I leap back down to earth. Moments before impact, I deploy my parachute, hit the ground running, and transition straight into a bayonet charge, impaling the lone enemy soldier controlling one of our points. I cautiously reposition behind a collapsed structure, marking a few enemies on the horizon for my squadmates before I settle down to await reinforcements. But in my rush to clear the wide open space before me, I neglect to see the bulky A7V that’s lumbered its way around the rubble. Its sights are on me. I won’t make it out.
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