Part Two - Into the Woods

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The Great War

The year is 1918. For four years Europe has been locked in the throes of the Great War, the most devastating conflict in history. Technical innovations in artillery, air power, chemical warfare, and automatic weapons have changed the face of battle. When industrial mass production, universal conscription, and staunch adherence to Napoleonic Era military theory were added to the mix, they created the Western Front: a Hell on Earth where literally millions of soldiers have fed the war's hunger for blood. Far more died on the fields of the Western Front than men: a world was ending. The scale of this new War, and its barbarity, are staggering; at the battle of the Somme, which raged from July to November 1916, the British lost 60,000 soldiers in the first day, and total casualties for the offensive ran over a million men. As historian A.J.P. Taylor put it, "The war ceased to have a purpose and went on for its own sake, as a contest of endurance."

The arrogant optimism that had inflamed the West following the industrial revolution, the idea that progress, technology, and enlightenment had raised Man (white man in particular) to the mastery of the world and a state of near divinity is dead, gassed and shelled into oblivion. The cream of Europe's youth learned first hand just how far civilization could fall.

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"Hmmm...Maybe...." pondered Birdy, his long finger tracing semi-purposeful lines round the map. "Here...no...maybe...."

He stabbed the map furiously. "Satan's Arsehole! we don't know where the hell we are!" he concluded. "And its cold, I'm tired, I'm hungry".

"Its in the lap of the Gods now, folks. Virgil, where are you?" he concluded, stomping off without purpose.
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"Well, I have this other map, it's part of a map, maybe Birdie..." Richter tried pulling it out of his pocket, but the other soldier was already off shaking his head. "If anyone wants to take a look at it it, it's here."

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"The map would be more helpful if we knew where we are on it right now," says Nick. Not much good at reading it, he instead examines the tracks. "Maybe they're ours, maybe they're not. I have no way to tell. Army boots are pretty much the same."
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Freddy looks at the maps briefly, and for a moment he thought he had it, but quickly dismisses the thought.
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Maybe we should mark the trees, Sergeant. And no, Birdy, not like that, you can keep your pants on.
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With part of the squad arguing in hushed whispers the tracks were theirs, Maddox thinking they were German, and part of the squad wishing they paid more attention during field navigation - Maddox was getting angry.

"All right, God dammit!" he says, "Ryan, signal third platoon!" Pvt. Ryan crawls over to where the squad thinks 3rd platoon went and shots in a stage whisper: "Third platoon! Hey!"
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There are a couple murmurs from the squad: "Are we lost too?" "Are we going around in circles?" "Damn, I can't see shit."
"We are NOT lost." Sgt. Maddox affirms, reaching for his compass. He stares intently at it, holding it scarcely an inch from his eyes. "Damn it all," he grumbles, settind down his rifle and fishing out a match. He strikes it against the brim of his helmet and rasies it to the compass face...




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