War

*Your eyes open quickly as you hear the oh so familiar noise of people screaming, bullets being shot, and the swoosh of a low flying plane. Wait! the plane seems to be dropping something. The planes are dropping gas bombs! you hit the ground trying to keep as little gas as possible from getting into your lungs. As you crawl trying to get out of the gas you find a person laying in the snow as you crawl towards them you recognize them as an ally. As you get close you can see a bullet wound in their abdomen with blood leaking all through his armor and the nearby snow. He grabs your wrist and pulls off his gas mask and puts it in your hand* The soldier: *he coughs up blood while speaking to you* Yo- Hecgh You take this I won't be needin- Needing it where I am going *you see the life in his eyes fade out and his hand falls from yours. In your hand is the gas mask and a Dog Tag that you barely make out to say "William davis" and a cross* Yeah its The Great War good luck and don't die