The year was 1919, It was afteroon evening, and the Lewis family had some guests. They were all sitting in a living room, with everyone having their own cup of tea. Mrs. Lewis and Mr. Lewis were discussing the Great War, and how It affected the younger ones. " Yes, indeed. Our Johny was in the Great War too. In fifth division I believe. " said Mrs. Lewis and looked at her son. He was smiling, drinking his tea like he was never affected. " Johny? " asked Mrs. Lewis. Johny put his cup of tea back on his plate and set it nicely on the table. " Yes mother? " " Would you mind reminding me in what division you were in? " " Of course, It was the sixth. " replied kindly Johny. " Damn, where even were you? " Asked one of the guests. " Oh, Passchendaele, we were there with some French and Belgian divisions against the Germans. It lasted to 1917. Then I was sent to Western Front. " " Holy moly. You went through hell boy. " said another guest. Mr. Lewis stood up. " Now, gentlemen. Let's quit talking about the war. It's long gone. Instead, let's fill our ears with some music. " Mrs. Lewis agreed. " Yes, I believe that that is a good idea. Our Johny went through hell, as you said. So, why don't we celebrate that he's still with us and forget the horrible conflict. Right? " Johny noded. Mr. Lewis turned on the phonograph and the room was filled with calm music. " Ah! Dream a little dream of me. Forgot that I left that there. Well, we might as well listen to it. " Johny's smile dissapeared. But It appeared again. Noone noticed. Mrs. Lewis started talking about something with another guest. Mr. Lewis started reading some news paper. Johny...he was quiet... He just listened...and...he remembered... The whistle blew, 3 times...The liutenant screamed " GET 'EM BOYS!!! RIP 'EM A NEW ONE!!!!!! " The soldiers started pouring out of the trench, some got shot immediately. One of the last soldiers coming from the trench was Johny. One of the bullets whistled by. " Oh SHIT! That could have gotten me! " thought Johny. " GO GO GO!!! COME ON CHAP!!! GET UP!!! " Screamed the liutenant when he noticed him. He helped him get up and screamed again. " AIGH' BOYS! GET EEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!! " The soldiers ran. The enemy too. They met somewhere around the middle of noman's land. Some soldiers crashed into each other, some stabbed eachother with bayonets. Johny stabed a german soldier in the arm. " Scheiße!!! " screamed the german. Johny then pulled out his knife and stabed the man in the heart. He saw a german lying in some mud, looking around while praying and holding a crucifix. Johny then got punched in the gut. Another german with a shovel wanted him dead. He was saved though, because the attacker was shot down by a french man. " Bouge toi " said the french man. Johny didn't understand, but he imagined he said " Keep moving " He stole the shovel from the dead german, and screamed. The British advanced. German held their positions though. Johny cnocked one to the floor and lifted his shovel to hit him. " NEIN!!!! BITE!!!!! NEI-" He then hit him in the head, slicing it in half. Johny was terrified, but he continued to slaughter other ones. As he shoveled another one, he looked around once again. He saw a man standing with out his arms, covered in blood. Another was just walking slowly around. One of the brits was holding his guts while laying on the ground. Another was crawling out a crater, but a german with an axe got to him first and hit him in the back, pulling him back to the crater to slaughter him some more. Another german was shot in the neck, another was just crying, maybe screaming for his mommy. Then he saw the liutenant, he was falling down, without his lower jaw. The german that killed him got shot by the Lewis gun. Everyone was massacaring each other. Then he heard a scream coming from behind. It was the french man. He was stabbing a german liutenant. He continued screaming and stabbing. A bloody sight to behold. Once was finnished, he got shot in the leg. Johny immediately ran to him, but a german cnocked him down. He started to choke Johny. Johny pushed him away, grabing his own helmet. One punch to the head and he started beating the living crap out of the german. After few seconds, he threw away his helmet and looked at the german's face. It was like looking into a hole where there was something looking like a pink mushroom. But...it was the brain. He got up and shuffled to the french man. He was dead. He had a bullet wound right where his heart would be. Johny stood up once again and looked around. The Brits, French and Belgians were finnishing off some of the last german platoon. Johny got his shovel back and signed in relief that it was over. He stood there, covered in blood, almost crying, with a slight shell shock. " Johny? " He woke up. " Yes mom? " " ...are you allright? " Johny smiled. " Of cource. I just remembered something...nothing important. I'm fine. " Mrs. Lewis noded. But she still knew that Johny was traumatized...
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Aww, thanks. This vid did really inspired me to make this lil' story. And I say LITTLE because It's no way as long as my other stories.
Never forget them, the boys who died in mud and sand and snow for mere inches. Young men who never came home, who would be forgotten in the shadow of the next catastrophe. They shall not grow old.
"There is no enemy, there is no victory, Only boys who lost their lives in the sand, Young men were sacrificed Their names are carved in stone and kept alive, And forever we will honour the memory of them And they knew they'd die" - Sabaton, Cliffs of Gallipoli
My great great grandpa fought in the war and survived. While he was charging, he was shot in the knee so he took cover in a bomb crater, but there were two Germans in it. Years prior, he studied in Germany and made some friends who happened to be the ones in the crater, who spared him and pored some alcohol from one of their canteens on the wound, saving him, allowing the story to be shared to me from my grandma.
@@Dylan-vj9yl The dude is just saying the opening to Battlefield 1, the song isn’t actually in the wrong time period because in the opening it shows a former soldier having a PTSD attack in his sleep as this plays on the radio.
A man named Ernst Junger describes pretty much exactly this 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 only listened for a few moments before smashing the record player but its an interesting story nonetheless.
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.
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
@@snipingflute4346ww2 always overshadows ww1 in everything, books, movies, and games which kinda sucks but at least the movies and games based on it are good.
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.
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.
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.
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.
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Honestly I pictured: The years 1945, Your in a small Trench, sat down with your buddy listening to this song, and as the static first stops the music, a group of Germans charge from the bushes, your buddy sees them. You get to your MG nest and open fire, your buddy is shot down. Your the only one left, the music still playing, and as the music hits around about the middle, your reinforcements come in on tanks and tear the rest of them down, a man gets out of his tank and explains that the War is over, as the music stops, the field silences including the tank tracks, its over, you've finally won.
@@M0rticius thank you so much I’ve been really wanting to remake this one to be better and make more but don’t have much motivation and time unfortunately
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Well thats shame :D hope you will find motivation soon and make some more and ofcourse i will pray for youtube algorithm to recommend you for getting your work to people.
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"
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.
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)
Now that's pretty cool my guy. It reminded me of this melle battle in no man's land - ruclips.net/video/uSugnYIr9uo/видео.html , but in a trench. The way you described the situation of not hearing and just looking around, fighting with the german soldier...just intense. And the ending. Wow. Everyone's fighting, not knowing why, or to survive, just to be wiped out by artillery. You did an amazing job right here, I'm taking my hat off to you.
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 . ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😛😛❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
which one? because both the British and German gasmasks check out, thought the British one is missing a tube that would have connected to its gasmask bag
The year was 1919, It was afteroon evening, and the Lewis family had some guests.
They were all sitting in a living room, with everyone having their own cup of tea.
Mrs. Lewis and Mr. Lewis were discussing the Great War, and how It affected the younger ones.
" Yes, indeed. Our Johny was in the Great War too. In fifth division I believe. " said Mrs. Lewis and looked at her son.
He was smiling, drinking his tea like he was never affected. " Johny? " asked Mrs. Lewis.
Johny put his cup of tea back on his plate and set it nicely on the table.
" Yes mother? "
" Would you mind reminding me in what division you were in? "
" Of course, It was the sixth. " replied kindly Johny.
" Damn, where even were you? " Asked one of the guests.
" Oh, Passchendaele, we were there with some French and Belgian divisions against the Germans. It lasted to 1917. Then I was sent to Western Front. "
" Holy moly. You went through hell boy. " said another guest.
Mr. Lewis stood up. " Now, gentlemen. Let's quit talking about the war. It's long gone. Instead, let's fill our ears with some music. "
Mrs. Lewis agreed. " Yes, I believe that that is a good idea. Our Johny went through hell, as you said. So, why don't we celebrate that he's still with us and forget the horrible conflict. Right? "
Johny noded.
Mr. Lewis turned on the phonograph and the room was filled with calm music.
" Ah! Dream a little dream of me. Forgot that I left that there. Well, we might as well listen to it. "
Johny's smile dissapeared. But It appeared again. Noone noticed.
Mrs. Lewis started talking about something with another guest. Mr. Lewis started reading some news paper.
Johny...he was quiet...
He just listened...and...he remembered...
The whistle blew, 3 times...The liutenant screamed " GET 'EM BOYS!!! RIP 'EM A NEW ONE!!!!!! "
The soldiers started pouring out of the trench, some got shot immediately. One of the last soldiers coming from the trench was Johny.
One of the bullets whistled by. " Oh SHIT! That could have gotten me! " thought Johny.
" GO GO GO!!! COME ON CHAP!!! GET UP!!! " Screamed the liutenant when he noticed him. He helped him get up and screamed again.
" AIGH' BOYS! GET EEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!!!!!!!!! "
The soldiers ran. The enemy too.
They met somewhere around the middle of noman's land. Some soldiers crashed into each other, some stabbed eachother with bayonets.
Johny stabed a german soldier in the arm.
" Scheiße!!! " screamed the german. Johny then pulled out his knife and stabed the man in the heart. He saw a german lying in some mud, looking around while praying and holding a crucifix. Johny then got punched in the gut. Another german with a shovel wanted him dead. He was saved though, because the attacker was shot down by a french man.
" Bouge toi " said the french man. Johny didn't understand, but he imagined he said " Keep moving "
He stole the shovel from the dead german, and screamed. The British advanced. German held their positions though.
Johny cnocked one to the floor and lifted his shovel to hit him. " NEIN!!!! BITE!!!!! NEI-"
He then hit him in the head, slicing it in half. Johny was terrified, but he continued to slaughter other ones. As he shoveled another one, he looked around once again.
He saw a man standing with out his arms, covered in blood. Another was just walking slowly around. One of the brits was holding his guts while laying on the ground. Another was crawling out a crater, but a german with an axe got to him first and hit him in the back, pulling him back to the crater to slaughter him some more. Another german was shot in the neck, another was just crying, maybe screaming for his mommy. Then he saw the liutenant, he was falling down, without his lower jaw. The german that killed him got shot by the Lewis gun.
Everyone was massacaring each other. Then he heard a scream coming from behind. It was the french man. He was stabbing a german liutenant. He continued screaming and stabbing.
A bloody sight to behold. Once was finnished, he got shot in the leg. Johny immediately ran to him, but a german cnocked him down. He started to choke Johny. Johny pushed him away, grabing his own helmet. One punch to the head and he started beating the living crap out of the german. After few seconds, he threw away his helmet and looked at the german's face.
It was like looking into a hole where there was something looking like a pink mushroom. But...it was the brain. He got up and shuffled to the french man. He was dead. He had a bullet wound right where his heart would be. Johny stood up once again and looked around. The Brits, French and Belgians were finnishing off some of the last german platoon. Johny got his shovel back and signed in relief that it was over. He stood there, covered in blood, almost crying, with a slight shell shock.
" Johny? "
He woke up. " Yes mom? "
" ...are you allright? "
Johny smiled.
" Of cource. I just remembered something...nothing important. I'm fine. "
Mrs. Lewis noded. But she still knew that Johny was traumatized...
Dude-
@@dehmichaelorian8493 What? I do this all the time when I watch a good vid
@@tomaskanka6223 you’re so nice
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Aww, thanks. This vid did really inspired me to make this lil' story. And I say LITTLE because It's no way as long as my other stories.
That song came out in 1931
Never forget them, the boys who died in mud and sand and snow for mere inches. Young men who never came home, who would be forgotten in the shadow of the next catastrophe.
They shall not grow old.
"There is no enemy, there is no victory,
Only boys who lost their lives in the sand,
Young men were sacrificed
Their names are carved in stone and kept alive,
And forever we will honour the memory of them
And they knew they'd die" - Sabaton, Cliffs of Gallipoli
My great great grandpa fought in the war and survived. While he was charging, he was shot in the knee so he took cover in a bomb crater, but there were two Germans in it. Years prior, he studied in Germany and made some friends who happened to be the ones in the crater, who spared him and pored some alcohol from one of their canteens on the wound, saving him, allowing the story to be shared to me from my grandma.
*Shot pans out showing the radio in the middle of No mans land with British troopers charging into the German trenches*
Cheers
And be slaughtered by the germans
@@Dylan-vj9yl I mean I knew all this but why not just imagine it? I mean this song is already in the wrong times since its from the 30's so...
@@Dylan-vj9yl The dude is just saying the opening to Battlefield 1, the song isn’t actually in the wrong time period because in the opening it shows a former soldier having a PTSD attack in his sleep as this plays on the radio.
no shit sherlock
Wow, this amazing, its like a peaceful song playing in place where death is everywhere.
You’re too kind
@@dehmichaelorian8493 *you* are too kind :)
@@juanma0840 stup it
A man named Ernst Junger describes pretty much exactly this 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 only listened for a few moments before smashing the record player but its an interesting story nonetheless.
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.
Good man, they would’ve been killed if they gave away their position over something like music
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
True! Battlefield 1 really sparked my interest in history.
Bf1 was a frigging masterpiece
I’m glad Battlefield 1 existed. Not many AAA games spotlight WWI.
@@vtsoi4413same here
@@snipingflute4346ww2 always overshadows ww1 in everything, books, movies, and games which kinda sucks but at least the movies and games based on it are good.
Teacher: we are going on a trip to France
Girls: OMG its so romantic there
Boys:
The intro battle was in belgium i believe
Fax
Quirky boys vs boring girls for the 99999999th time lmao ecks dee come on do another funny say a war crime joke I beg you
@@KuramaGeometryDash omaha beach:i exist
@@giansimeonyt5240 bro bf1 is in ww1
For some reason I can’t stop hearing screams of war from the opening whenever this song is played
Well this was the BF1 intro
Thanks for this. Slept like a trench soldier that didn't get his mask on time
I slept like a French soldier in Verdun
@@rxinpharoah i slept like a French soldier at the maginot line in 1940.
I woke up like the Russians at the Osowiec Fortress
On god
Now that's a good-ass nap.
POV: You’re a shellshocked British Soldier in the trenches underfire with a radio.
actually he's part of the american Harlem Hellfighters
@@mexicantapwater1063 He could just be saying in general
Yooo 4:39 my dude gets a nice headshot🙌
This reminds me of that opening scene in Battlefield 1
Could you do one of these for 'We'll meet again'
Gulzaar _Bains well it is the same music from the opening :]
"We'll meet again" fits better with nuclear war
@@Ganon-b292
It’s a song from ww2 it would work pretty well with the background noise of this video but with a few more machine gun sounds thrown in.
I know same here
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.
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.
This is extremely good.
Ocular oh stop it ;-;
Deh Michaelorian no, it seriously is
I’ll be playing this in ww3
For a more immersive experience dont forget to put "Intense Battle" Voiceline videos in the background
How do you do this?
I dont know why... but this just is in my "Go-to-Sleep" playlist forever now... thanks man... good stuff.
;-; you don’t mean that
@@dehmichaelorian8493 you bet my guy... also, Subbed.
I heard the most satisfying noise in existence and I realized you had Battlefield 1 going the whole time.
Nice
I need something more calming After Vietnam
edit : I meant Vietnam War Noises added to Fortunate Son and For What's It Worth
Sorry for the late response I am currently working on a Vietnam them I’ll definitely do that after the current one
@@dehmichaelorian8493 lmao good one
The bf1 audio at the end REALLY killed the vibe for me.
Yeah agreed here
WW1: Behind every gunsight is a human being
WW2: HEY KIDDO YOU WANNA BELIEVE IN AN ULTIMATE EVIL?
The last 20 seconds gave me a Monte Grappa PTSD.
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.
That is a apt description, well done 👍
Man that’s crazy how this song was made in the 30s and everybody recognizes it as a ww1 song
Alot of effort this deserves more views this is abouslty amazing Great Job Sir
Omg thank you so much!!!!
The radio cutoffs are...chilling for some reason
Gives me the shivers tbh. Like something truly horrific just happened in the brief moment where the radio cuts out.
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.
Fallout new Vegas vibes
Battlefield 1 Will always be a freaking masterpiece!
I don't think it's gonna end well for that British soldier.
He will be fine.... I’m sure of it....
@@dehmichaelorian8493 yeah he's going to a better place
A beautiful song set to the throes of war, bloodshed, and death? What's not to like.
Nice vid dude
Anyone still playing bf1 in 2021🤷🏾
I would but I couldn’t find any games last I tried
@@dehmichaelorian8493 same it’s very hard to find a lobby
Very difficult to find lobbies without funky presets like infantry rifles only
and that's why they made campaign a masterpiece
me
This is actually really good
Oh stop it
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Honestly I pictured:
The years 1945, Your in a small Trench, sat down with your buddy listening to this song, and as the static first stops the music, a group of Germans charge from the bushes, your buddy sees them. You get to your MG nest and open fire, your buddy is shot down. Your the only one left, the music still playing, and as the music hits around about the middle, your reinforcements come in on tanks and tear the rest of them down, a man gets out of his tank and explains that the War is over, as the music stops, the field silences including the tank tracks, its over, you've finally won.
@@cadetbarr887 you’re to much
@@dehmichaelorian8493 thank you for the hearts
@@cadetbarr887 thank you for making my day
Im glad i found this :D for some reason this have been my comfort "place" for recent time xd
I wow I don’t know what to say I’m super glad you like or :)
@@dehmichaelorian8493 And know i found that other one you made and its as good as this :D nice work man.
@@M0rticius thank you so much I’ve been really wanting to remake this one to be better and make more but don’t have much motivation and time unfortunately
@@dehmichaelorian8493 Well thats shame :D hope you will find motivation soon and make some more and ofcourse i will pray for youtube algorithm to recommend you for getting your work to people.
This feels like a lost memory from a past life
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"
"war, war never changes"
This is so good
Thank you so much ;-;
@@dehmichaelorian8493 yw
4:20 we have lost objective butters
Lmao the last part I just pulled from bf1 ..... this was made on my old phone please don’t bully me
Lol
This is good
You’re to kind!!!
This reminds me of bo2 zombies for some reason guess it makes me think of the perk songs
the chaotic nature of our own minds is so fascinating and dreadful.
I cannot stop imagining that it's just a giant dodgeball match in the background
What a beautiful world isn't it ?
Hi guys! Today we will travel to France
Girls: Yes! Maybe I'll find true love there
Boys:
Hell yeah I'm going to some ww1 battlefields
This is what my grandpa lived in Europe.
God safe all us.
This makes me recollect ptsd that I don’t have
Lembrei da época que eu jogava KARDS WW2 enquanto ouvia essa...
Bruh I'd legit make a movie about this
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.
No it wasn't, it was used from 1914 to 1916 during ww1.
The trenches make you wish for a nuclear apocalypse.
playing this on grandad's bluetooth hearing aid
perfection
how did world war 1 felt like
google: it was hell
bing:
Miss the good ol days
Zoro in Alabasta Arc from One Piece as your pfp right?
@@bluehernandez3594 yup, correct
@@wrektz 😊😇😁👍
This is actually a really nice some
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)
Tomas Kanka’s was better, as this is part of a much larger book that I was rushing through initially.
Now that's pretty cool my guy. It reminded me of this melle battle in no man's land - ruclips.net/video/uSugnYIr9uo/видео.html , but in a trench.
The way you described the situation of not hearing and just looking around, fighting with the german soldier...just intense. And the ending. Wow. Everyone's fighting, not knowing why, or to survive, just to be wiped out by artillery.
You did an amazing job right here, I'm taking my hat off to you.
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 . ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😛😛❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
0:50 u can hear a bayonet trooper charging
Fallout 3 flashbacks
that must have been one hell of a time and boy am i glad i didn't witness it. love from germany
The war between yellows and greens in my room:
Sounds like the credits after getting the worst ending
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 ☯️
I don't here the screams.I NEED THE SCREAMS OF TERROR!oh wait there they are, with the loud bubble wrap?
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.
which one? because both the British and German gasmasks check out, thought the British one is missing a tube that would have connected to its gasmask bag
Boys: this is fing war
Near the end "objective lost".
can you link to download the background, please
Anyone still waiting for the next german raid?
Aint no way bruh i can still hear it
HANS........... vait nein keep doing was you are doing
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
That gas mask is also from the second world war, British respirator I believe.
hey would you be able to send me the file for this because i wanna download it and put it on a soundboard
I wish I could but I made this one a shitty android phone in highschool in the middle of class :’)
Polska?
Pax Brittanica be like:
if ye like abit of warfare in ye music then this is the track for ye
bf1 should use this as their opening
ITS ALREADY USED IN THE SINGLEPLAYER OPENING WDYM???
They did, it's like the first thing you do in game
@@somerandominternetuser5730 yes i was joking ik that was the opening LMAO
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
Worse than WW2, I think
Ruined it when I heard the fucking WE HAVE LOST OBJECTIVE BUTTER
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