Game
You are flown into northern France in a battle to push back the German forces. It is cold, muddy and desolate— not at all like you imagined. Luckily, Sam is part of your platoon, your only solace in this miserable stop on the Western Front.
Your platoon is assigned to the front line, the source of all the action. It is late at night, so you sleep in your platoon's dugout, ready for tomorrow's action.
The next morning, you are awoken by your platoon leader for the ritual of Stand-to-Arms. Your platoon and you climb onto your trench's firestep, and guard your line. "This is kind of neat, I guess," you think. The Jerries don't seem as if they are going to attack. Everyone else gets down to go to breakfast, but... is there something in that tree?