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I cannot stop imagining that it's just a giant dodgeball match in the background

Lembrei da época que eu jogava KARDS WW2 enquanto ouvia essa...

The war between yellows and greens in my room:

"More than 60 million soldiers fought in *The War To End All Wars."* "It ended *nothing."*

They said it’d never come; that after Anchorage, we’d go home heroes, that we broke those Commie bastards and they had nothing left in em. Boy were we fucking wrong. I just got back from deployment, medical leave after I got gutshot by some commie fuck’s Type 93 while we were putting Jingwei to the sword- ironically enough he did that shit himself, fell on it like he was Japanese which at the time I didn’t understand. But now, it’s kinda funny in a sad, fucked up sort of way; but I’m rambling now, point is when I got back, I was on leave, and got a week away from the clean up op in Alaska, though I figured I’d get reassigned to the Philippines before long- Heard some hellish stories from the boys who got shipped out there, doesn’t matter now though. Because the Chinese were sore losers. Didn’t even get to celebrate Halloween, cause on the 23rd of October, the world we knew was violently erased in Nuclear Hellfire; and all I could do was fuckin watch as the only home I ever knew was taken away from me in the span of hours. And yknow, 200 years of being a glorified rotting corpse with a head full of bad memories is bad enough as it is; but when I hear this song, which ain’t often mind- I’m full of all kinds of shit. Memories from the front, that first night before I shipped out, memories of my wife….it all feels so long ago now, I miss it sometimes. But after two centuries of trying to make another life for myself, I’m tired. But hey, I appreciate ya givin this senile old Ghoul a chance to jabber your ear off a while regardless. Eh? My name? Ahh shit kid, it’s been a long, long time since I had to use that, heh. Sorry; couldn’t resist. But it’s Benjamin; Staff Sergeant Benjamin Montgomery. Thanks for hearin me out, you’re a good kid for a Vaultie. But I gotta get goin; maybe we’ll meet up again sometime though.

Sounds like the radio was placed in the back lines while the front lines was being overrun. Slowly the fight was coming to them as the line tried and succeeded in defending. Lastly as the song ends the command sends a counter charge. I am reading into this way too much. Very good.

In 1929 i went all the way to Paris to meet Man Ray. We did do kicking it in da club 💘 And afterwards we did have a lovely bath together ☯️

Worse than WW2, I think

hey would you be able to send me the file for this because i wanna download it and put it on a soundboard

Man that’s crazy how this song was made in the 30s and everybody recognizes it as a ww1 song

Shot pans out from the radio to the trenches were German troops r defending then shot from German to British troops fighting near the radio

This game was a goddamn masterpiece, but it does tick me off about the fact that some equipment seen in the game wasnt actually in use during World war 1. For example, the pickelhaube, which was taken out of use very quickly.

Anyone still waiting for the next german raid?

You are a german man in the 1917's, June. You are covering yourself in a small ditch on where the tears of your eyes drop in the puddle within the muddy ditch as you see men charging blindly to the sound of whistles and most dying. Your only friend is faceplanted in the ditch, his boots the only thing above it, the same being almost covered in barbed wire while blood fills the same pond in where you weep. War is hell, and the moment you join it you see: You are not prepared.

I come back to this particular video often. Something about the edits for the guns and screaming just triggers something in me that keeps bringing me back, but recently I realized what I was feeling; Anxiety, Fear, Sadness, all mixed up in 1 giga-feeling. I imagined a war breaking out right in front of me, people screaming to push up or fall back, grown men hardened by war crying for their mothers after witnessing horrors beyond comprehension, young men led to believe that fighting in a war is what makes a man only to be met with death by a bullet to the brain. All of this unfolds right in front of me, and all I could do was listen and watch. We may never know what it was like for them to go through what they did; War makes men mad, it devours all the hope you had and spits fear back at your face. War is hell.

Anyway yes lovely to meet you here today. Fight the good fight and May 04th be with you. I am having not too bad a time in trenches TBH kind of found the A Team by accident as it happens . ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😛😛❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

What a beautiful world isn't it ?

There is something weird in feeling good when listening to "war"... but hey :D i sure like it.

Im glad i found this :D for some reason this have been my comfort "place" for recent time xd

Polska?

the chaotic nature of our own minds is so fascinating and dreadful.

The trenches make you wish for a nuclear apocalypse.

I can imagine myself just walking through a battlefield. People stabbing, shooting, yelling, theres more blood than mud. Trenches flooded by enemy troops. Bits of a man fall in my hair. Theres an arm missing its owner. Men running past me only to be seen dead on the floor moments later as I slowly walk by them. Craters with unrecognizable bodies. Two men fighting to the death, one has the other pinned and is stabbing them. A mg nest tears apart a small advance of troops, their pieces spreading in a macabre pattern. A lone man prays on his knees, totally exposed Over head air support obliterate a bunker. I see men burning in it A grenade is thrown overhead raining heated shrapnel to the troops taking cover. Behind the immediete front lines there lie the wounded, some still alive, most have died. The mud creeping into every open wound it can find. Flame throwers march foreward, bringing untold suffering to those unfortunate enough to be caught by them. Another bunker is ambushed and flushed out with fire. The trenches stink with the choking odor of death. Mustard gas pops nearby, instantly bringing some men to their knees. Their horrible suffering barely audible over the gunfire. Yet even in my strongest descriptions I couldnt even come close to how horiffic this war was. "Dream a little dream of me"

The radio cutoffs are...chilling for some reason

This makes me recollect ptsd that I don’t have

Жизнь на Украине в 2022

The bf1 audio at the end REALLY killed the vibe for me.

This feels like a lost memory from a past life

WW1: Behind every gunsight is a human being WW2: HEY KIDDO YOU WANNA BELIEVE IN AN ULTIMATE EVIL?

Aint no way bruh i can still hear it

I don't here the screams.I NEED THE SCREAMS OF TERROR!oh wait there they are, with the loud bubble wrap?

I arrive at the trench at just the moment the next gas attack lands. Learning from my mistake before, I make sure that my coat is completely buttoned and over my chest before I place on my gas mask, then I remove my rifle from its sling, jam the bolt up and back, then forward and down. I peek over the top of the trench. The amount of Germans seems to be even larger, now that I’m in the trench, but I fire nonetheless. The first German that I hit is in the middle of throwing a grenade, which rolls out of his hand and explodes, taking multiple of his allies with it. The second German I hit takes the bullet straight in his forehead, killing him in what I hope is no time at all. I bottle my third and fourth shots, the bullets barely missing my targets. The fifth shot hits a flametrooper team, causing the canister of petrol to ignite and kill multiple Germans around him, the flame licking at their backs and faces the same way it did to my troops earlier. I am about to fire my sixth shot when a booming shout sounds out from my right. “BREACH!” I look over to see the Germans rushing into the trench like a wave of water, wielding hatchets and clubs and pickaxes, tearing through the men around them. “ARM YOURSELVES FOR CLOSE QUARTERS!” I say as I fire my rifle at one of them, before charging towards the invaders with my bayonet, getting one in between his ribs and sending him into the muddy floor. I sling my rifle and take out my shovel, preparing myself for combat. The second German I encounter is wielding a pickaxe, about to finish off a soldier that is weakly putting his hands up to block the blow. I slam the flat side of my shovel into his face, then bury the razored edge in his chest once he falls. I move on to the next German, jamming the sharp side of the shovel into his shoulder, then tearing it out and punching him in the face. I go through 3 more before I am halted. I feel a concussive blow to my head. I fall to the floor on my back, dazed and confused by the shock. Everything is silent, but I look around and can see the German who is responsible approaching me. I shuffle away on my back but he’s faster. He moves in close to me with a club, and tries to strike me over the head with it, but I sluggishly move out of the way, and stumble to my feet, my spade still in hand. I stare through my glass eyes and into his. I can just barely make out his blue eyes. He lunges at me, but I dodge his blow yet again, then attempt to swing back, but he knocks it aside with his club. He tries to swing the spiked, makeshift weapon down onto my head but I stop it with both of my hands. We lock into a sort of grapple for the weapon, before I manage to get it out of his hands and drop it to the floor where it rolls away. I strike him around the face with my fist, then shove him to the ground, where I capitalise and start beating down on him. I punch him about 3-4 times before he manages to get a punch in on my jaw, briefly making me recoil. In the time that I’ve been distracted he manages to get me off of him, drawing a knife, which he then pins me down and tries to finish me with. I am using all of my strength just to keep the knife a few centimetres from my chest. He is making progress in pushing it down. The knife very nearly pierces my skin when I drag it off to the side, and slam him round his head with my hand, before grabbing the knife and bringing it down hard into his chest. I can see him struggling for breath as I tear it out, before he succumbs to the wound. I prop myself up on the side of the trench, his body still next to me. My hearing still hasn’t returned. I can still see the fighting though. All around me, people are grabbing whatever they can get their hands on, then using it in the most malicious way they think of. The silence turns the awful discord into an eerie show of death. Man after man after man falls to this brutality. All tumbling over with no final shouts, no last words, only the splatter of blood and the rumble of their collapse. Most of them have probably forgotten why they are fighting, just like me, but it all ends with one thing though. My hearing begins to come back, a crescendo of pain rises up to the screams and cursing, before the shout from a British soldier. One all too familiar. “ARTILLERY!” everything goes quiet and everyone freezes, even the Germans seem to understand. Everyone looks to the sky at the rapidly approaching ballistic death. Then all hell breaks loose. (I wrote this bit about a melee fight at passchendaele a year or two ago, and its only a short part, currently in the process of rewriting the whole book lol)

This is actually a really nice some

Sounds like the credits after getting the worst ending

Near the end "objective lost".

HANS........... vait nein keep doing was you are doing

Anyone alive here?

that must have been one hell of a time and boy am i glad i didn't witness it. love from germany

A beautiful song set to the throes of war, bloodshed, and death? What's not to like.

"war, war never changes"

Not only is the song from the 30s, that gas mask is also from WW2. Just something that has always bothered me about this game.

if ye like abit of warfare in ye music then this is the track for ye

playing this on grandad's bluetooth hearing aid

Battlefield 1 Will always be a freaking masterpiece!

It becomes even more unnerving when you remember the other side went out humiliated, if not dissolved, added to their millions who went through hell. Makes much more sense why they'd throw the hissy-fit they did later.

This reminds me of a similar experience a man named Ernst Junger wrote of in his War memoir "Storm Of Steel". During the Spring offensive he finds himself in a British Officers quarters, enamored with the comparatively lavish conditions he searches the room and finds a record player, he and another officer put on a record and he describes feeling chills when a jolly melody plays. He and another German officer only listened for a moment before he smashed the record player out of fear for being found and out of discomfort from the eary melody.

Imagine youre sitting there, you don’t know; but deep down you know. And you know whatever it is you wouldn’t be surprised. But the radio is working, and by god your gonna play it; because you never know what song might be playing when you die. but, for once, you might know something.

Battlefield 1 reignited my love for history. Especially the absolute bloodbath of ww1. Rest in peace to all those who fought and died and to those who's names will never be spoken again. You aren't forgotten

Pax Brittanica be like:

hey sorry imma have to ruin the illusion for ya. this song didnt release until after WW1. 1939, iirc. ik, i was annoyed too lol