this is from WWI... just imagine, your some poor eurofag sitting in a trench. half your friends have died gruesome deaths from gas, machine guns, barbed wire, and disease. the landscape around you is hell on earth. its cold and your trench is full of muddy water that stinks of corpses and human waste. you start to wonder if death is really worse then your life now, your practically a walking corpse.
years go by like this
until one day a bunch of loud, fresh soldiers arrive. all their stuff is shiny and new. their uniforms aren't full of holes. they're a boisterous lot, unphased by the horrific scene surrounding them.
you get orders to charge. there is a moment of hesitation, of silent meditation, contemplating those few seconds of life that--- "C'MON YOU SONSA BITCHES, DO YOU WANNA LIVE FOREVER!
"goddam it, i cant wait until the war is over so these cowboys can go back to buttfuck nowhere across the atlantic and we never hear from them again" you think. "that backwards nation will never be relevant again after this"
as that thought finishes, so does your consciosuness, as a german machine gun tears your frail body into pink mist