The real version is one of the most soul crushing songs I've ever heard. As she is singing about her Man going to war with a high probability of dying and saying say hello to my loved ones. We'll meet again is so heartbreaking dude
Is this a reference to allies in WWII? Some years ago I saw a documentary that said Mark Clark prefered to rush to Rome (an open city at time, since Germans got out to preserve the city and because partisans fights), instead of completing the pocket the Commonwealth troops were doing, and this allowed the whole Wehrmacht, that should be trapped, to retreat to Gothic Lines and continue to fight until the end of the war. Also, I heard Anzio was maybe a tactical error, but I didn't studied enough to say this.
Millions of young men's lives. My great grandfather was in the British army, he fought in italy. I have a photo of him smiling outside of the colleseum during the Italian campaign. Still think it's the best photo ever taken.
Far from it. That’s a song from the early 1940’s. Back then the Germans were bombing London to shit. Sure enough, Germany lost the war, but not before the formation of the Soviet Union with Russia at the epicentre, which imposed what still goes on today over in Ukraine.
having survived a war, but having lost all your friends in the process. sitting in a chair, in your house with this song playing, remembering when you used to associate it with being happy. staring into nothingness.
POV: The nukes missed the raidostations and all the radios in the city started playing this out into the streets that almost seem frozen in time, except for the bodies covering the streets
um actually according to my calculations the electromagnetic pulse emitted would break every electronic device and every electrically powered machine including radio station generators and transmitters...
@@formerwarthunderenjoyer1945 I suppose so. I was lucky to have met him. He went through so much in the army during the war. He was and always will be the greatest man I'll ever know
I used to be a fairly good lucid dreamer until around 8 years ago, and then I hit a long run of depression and was on meds and have never been able to do it since. One of the last such dreams I had, I was at a party and there were dream figures along with a sad old guy who was leaving. I was looking at the throng, just another partygoer, and this song started playing and I watched the sad guy shuffle past. It was clear that the song was directed at him. At the time I had no idea that this person was me, that some part of my subconscious understood that my run was about over and wanted to say so. I've always been convinced those dreams gave me insights. There was no other way to interpret that. I'm not where I once was, but 2022 treated me well and I've improved a lot. Someday I'll dream again like I did in the past and get back to that party. Someday.
@@paul2019. I think for me the medications did more to block dreaming than the depression, although the depression certainly messes up your sleep patterns. SSRI's in particular and to be open about it, the self-medicating too, absolutely obliterated any deep thoughts or dreams good or bad. Which sometimes if you're in bad shape, that's what gets you by. But it comes at a heavy price and I wouldn't have gone down that road knowing what I know now. I would have looked at lifestyle changes first and culling people from my life who weren't on my team. I wish you the best with your struggle. I hope you're able to snap back a lot faster than I did.
I remember in a lucid dream after spending quite a bit of time in the dreamscape I decided to stop exploring and just went along with the main dream plot and then the ready to restart audio played from a disembodied voice to me. That whole speech. I knew it was to me how I hid from the real exploration and truth it rocked my mind for awhile. Especially the part when it's like you're gonna go back now over and over until something breaks and that something will probably be you. Hearing that right before you wake up is terrifying.
My name's Paul and I can't do lucid dreams anymore too, i don't even dream at all. Pretty much since life started getting worse. Last few times I was able to lucid dream was when I slept for 12 hours. It's kinda reassuring to know that people so similar to me have the same problems. Hope it gets better for the three of us
You are a British Soldier alone in a city somewhere in France, your comrades thought you already dead, they decided to blast this music, before level the city by Artillery
In another comment section on we'll meet again - I believe I saw someone say that it feels like the end credits song to the universe. That is *even* more resonant in this depiction...
People are out there commenting on how this has something to do with the apocalypse or horrors beyond our comprehension, but I'd beg to differ, war is already horrifying enough that this song describes it somewhat perfectly, picture this: You are covered in scars among your comrades in the trenches. They're joking around to alleviate the mood. One of them approaches you and starts talking to you. You hear him say something about "us winning the war" and "having it in the bag". You hear whistling. Non-human whistling, you already know that you're dead. The whistling gets deeper and deeper in pitch, everyone's already running for cover. You haven't moved an inch, you have already accepted your fate. The guy talking to you grabs you by a strap and leads an unwilling you to cover. He throws you inside a trench-bunker. He's too late, you survived, but you see his body getting blown to pieces just outside the entrance by artillery. Blood is scattered upon your face and guts are visible just inside the bunker. You lay on the floor and start thinking to yourself: "Why did I ever enlist?" The explosions stop. You go outside to the sight of corpses everywhere, guts too. There were only a few survivors scattered through the trenches, many of them shell-shocked or with some of their limbs broken/cut off. You can see some officers going outside from their bunkers. One of the victims of the shelling asks you what hour it is before giving away to the light. You decide to peek over the trench, it's silent. A bullet flies over your head, knocking off your unstrapped helmet. "Fuck." you say, while quickly retreating to cover. You peek once again, this time to see a a grey mist on the horizon. The whistling wasn't over. Edit: Hello people, it's been 6 months since I had written this, I completely forgot it existed, but after checking in on my notifications and seeing "@skylerbenton8537" 's comment, I decided to check up on this, and I have been re-reading some of the replies telling me that I should be an author or something along those lines. To those people, and to whoever comes, thank you so very much, I truly don't deserve this. I am eternally grateful. May the Lord above bless your souls. Edit No. 2: I am planning on writing a book similar to Erich Maria's "Im Westen Nichts Neues" and Ernst Jünger's "In Stahlgewittern", except with a hidden connotation behind it. I will also probably record myself narrating this short piece of text and perhaps my book and publish both wherever (be it on RUclips or someplace else), though it also will depend on whether or not I think my voice is adequate for such a thing.
your story is energetic and filled with action and is in the moment, whereas this edit of the song has an eerie emptiness and nostalgia to it that is very fitting for a post-apocalyptic fallout type scene
@@humanitysenterprise what i mean by the song being less in the moment is that the song creates a very reflective atmosphere-no feeling of immediate pressure, and the use of an older song makes it feel nostalgic, whereas in your story the character is not reflecting on anything but is going to be more focused on the immediate world around him and how he will react to it. i think it's cool that you came up with your own story and interpretation but I'm just explaining why that the post-apocalyptic atmosphere is the one everyone else felt fits it better
Radio Died. Been hearing this old song play through the speakers on the main street today. But this city has been abandoned for some time.... oh god. They Know Where I am. *I think they are here.* And they don’t sound human. Why don’t they sound human…?
*In the distance*: Fritz: Friedrich! Friedrich: Ja? Fritz: Wo ist die Folk? Friedrich: Sie sind wegen des Artilleriefeuers weggegangen, oder sie sind alle durch die Bombardierung gestorben. Fritz: Oh.. Friedrich: Aber, Ich habe hier jemanden gehört.
I'll take the high road and you'll take the low road, and we'll meet back at loch lomond. But I say me and my friends we may ne'er meet again, on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch lomond.
Most days the dogs keep me going. Keep me company. Keep me from remembering. And then there are days like today. I'm playing the song. The song. Use to play it every New Years. Sing it along with the family. Now nobody is left to sing it with. Just me, the dogs and the ghosts. Memories. Tonight I'll open that bottle of wine I found a few weeks ago. Have a few drinks. Listen to the dam song again. Remember. Look at the gun. Feel the barrel. Solid. Comforting. Remember the dogs. They still need me. Put the gun down. Maybe next time. Listen to the song again.
I dont know if this is simply a poem of fiction or truth, but remember even in the darkest times there are people that care about you no matter how bleek it may seem
This one seemed out of place compared to all of the other hypotheticals so i just wanted to say life is a mess. It's chaotic and it all feels hopeless sometimes. But it matters. You matter. Don't let go, this planet still needs you. I might not know you, bit i know you belong here. Push through with us just a little longer friend.
this ones a little too real. life sucks and all the "think of so and so" doesnt really work when your a ghost and everyone who you knew is either dead or gone
post apocalypse solitary depression scenarios are my favorite genre of writing. i love stuff like this because you can really feel the humanity(can't place it in other words) seeping through. it's like finding comfort in fear and hopelessness.
I hear them outside. They’re all singing as one. They want me to come out and join them, to be united in mind and soul. Won’t let them have me, no matter how loud their siren call gets.
I hear this and I imagine walking through a nuke-torn city, blazing with atomic fire, you somehow survived the initial blast and you're walking the ruined, collapsing streets, and the song distorting and collapsing in the final third is the radiation slowly getting to your brain and making it harder and harder to remember the song, until finally it cuts into static as you collapse in the dusty, atomized ashes.
“Everything hurts! I don’t want to move my limbs anymore! Ugh, where am I? I can’t tell between ashes or floaters. No matter. I just wanna… relax, for now.”
Everyone who was born before 1985 has some degree of PTSD on account of being a veteran of the Cold War. We all lived under the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, knowing that the thread holding up the sword of Damocles was being shaved by madmen with knives bragging about who could make it thinner.
My mom was born in ‘73 and she talks about how badly The Day After still scares her and how she bawled when Reagan told Mikhail Gorbachev to tear down that wall, a Deacon friend from church talked about the Duck And Cover video he watched in school and about the nuclear drills he had, thank God I don’t live knowing that fear
You can get it so easily. I lived in Beer Sheba just for a year during the 2014 Gaza conflict- I have never recovered. Sometimes I zone out of reality thinking something is going to happen, than I come back when I realize I shouldn't be scared.
I was 13 when The Day After came out, and I remember the nuclear war survival PSA's they used to show in Britain about things like burying bodies and to remember they were just vectors for disease, not people anymore. Also how to avoid nuclear fallout and how to make a makeshift shelter. That said, I'm a lot more worried about modern times than I ever was about the Cold War. The Cold War was abstract. What's going on now is right up front, less controlled, and it is easy to see several scenarios where a billion people wind up dead. Nukes are in more hands now than back then, and you don't need a nuclear war to get a lot of people dead.
To those who have survived the "end of the world" thermonuclear holocaust Bomb I'm station on an archive museum. Filled with humanity achievements and accomplishments throughout the current and past. This place has a bunker....unfortunately it couldn't be open with the heavy debris as it could only be open outwards. Do not look for this shelter since I'm no longer around So i would play these music through the radio...showing that we're still human beings lost in the darkness With songs being our light May those find forgiveness For our saviour Has left heart broken for our sins
The quakes have leveled everything. You have no way to confirm if the other countries have been hit by the quakes as well. As you crawl through the shattered rubble of bricks, steel beams, concrete, and wood, you can hear a faint song over the desolate wreckage. You feel attracted to the song like a moth to light. A vintage gramophone sits on the rubble, somehow untouched by the chaos that has befallen the city mere hours ago. You sit beside it and listen. The is song unusually slow. You realize you have been holding back your emotions until now. As you sit and weep, a rushing noise makes you look up. The nearby water canal is receding. Very quickly. You look to the beach the city once sat next to. It's receding as well. You try to remember what that meant, but in the end you don't need too. A massive wave heads towards land. As it reaches the beach it towers over the few ruined high rises still standing. You won't survive that. Nothing here will. As the wave blasts through the rubble and rushes inland, you sit still and listen as the song finishes. All you can do is let out one final scream as the wave reaches you.
I didn't fear the emptyness on the streets, that wore off soon enough. The loneliness didn't, but at least there was a serene beauty in the empty snow I didn't fear the random sounds, the crumbling of buildings and the flickering of radios Not even when they followed me home I didn't fear the knocking at the door, I had enough food in my house The creaking of the window was worrying, but the wind and snow was rough I didn't fear the opened door, the snow on the floor or the footprints Not even when my radio was on, singing this song Because I knew We'd meet again.
Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear Just for a while dear we must part Don't let this parting upset you I'll not forget you, sweetheart We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away And I will just say hello To the folks that you know Tell them you won't be long They'll be happy to know That as I saw you go You were singing this song We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day And I will just say hello To the folks that you know Tell them you won't be long They'll be happy to know That as I saw you go You were singing this song We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
The song starts playing, and the surviving soldiers come out of their places of cover, realizing that the conflict was all for naught. They reconcile, despite the language barrier, and start singing a drinking song. In the music of this drinking song, there's an interlude where the entire congretation whistles the melody. The soldiers start whistling, then continue to the next part of the song. The whistling continues.
Being at Dunkirk is more creepy than you think Imagine waiting on a beach with about 1,000 soldiers on it, and you know the enemies are closing in on you, and your only exit is the ocean, but those ships keep getting destroyed
*You'd Exit Out The Forest Into Your Home.* "Somethings Different, Wait. Was That Always There. Wait A Minute. What Am I Talking About?! Wheres Everyone?" *You Enter A Nearby House. It Empty, Everything Was Stripped Away. All There Is The Walls, Floors, And A Basement.* (CHOICE A) *You'd Enter The Basement. The Stair Go On Along While, The Walls Make It Feel Small, After 15 Steps, The Door Closes.* "Shit, I Guess I Have No Choice." *You'd Keep On Walking Down. Its Dark.* "Its Dark. All Is Dark. Its All Dark. Everything Is Dark. Im. Lost.. Someone, Please" *You Rush Up The Door. It Is Gone All Is Gone. Just. Dark.* (CHOICE B) *You'd Leave The House* "Hell, Its Not Like Anything Was Intresting There Anyways." *You Wonder The Empty Roads, Theres No Houses, Stores, or Anything. You'd Spot Something In The Distance* "Wha-At-What is That?" *You Wondered Closer To The Building.* "A-A Gas Station?" *You'd Enter The Gas Station. theres No Food, Or Anything In There, Like All the Other Houses.* "Damit, Is there Anything Here In This Town?" *You Go Outside, Its Pitch White Ouside, You Look Behind You. the Gas Station Is Gone. Its A Bright White Void.* "Ugh, God Damit. Wait Wha-" *You See A 7 Foot Tall Figure, It Stands Out From The Rest, As Its A Bright Red. Its Coming Closer, And Closer.* "Hey- HEY HEY!" *The Figure Gets To You, You Feel Like Your Eyes Are Burning. Theres No Sound. Just A Whie Void.* ''...." *Every Bone In Your Body Feels Like here Being Grinded To Dust. You Cant Scream, You Can Hear. You Cant See. All You Can Do Is Suffer The Pain* (CHOICE C) "Hello?" *You Yell In Ths Empty House* "Anyone There?" *A Solder Would Appear At A Corner, Mid World War 2. He'd Holding A Gun And Covered In Blood" "Hey-" *The Soldier Ran Out The House, You Rush To Catch Up, But Its To Late. His Gone.* "Damit, My Luck," *You Go Outside. A Whole War Is Happening* "Wha, What The-" *You Hide Behind Something. Tanks That, Dont Seem Right Would Crash Anything In The Road* *You Hear A Gunshot. Then A Sharp Pain In Your Chest.* "Wha, Agh.. Damit." *Another Gunshot Is Hear- You Woke Up.* "Wait, Where Am I?" *You Wook Up In A Nearby Forest, You See Your Old Home Town.* (Choice C-A At 400 likes. also if you want me to make more choices. ask in comments)
i heard the song playing in the street, it seemed to be coming from a single point deep in the city. i found that as the song got louder the bodies got more and more frequent
The use of this song in Castle is so brilliant! It’s the perfect anthem for a recurring villain, especially a serial killer whose MO is haunting the main characters, forcing them to play his games only to vanish right before he is caught.
My grandpa recently just passed and I don’t know how to feel. His ashes are currently here with me, but I feel like something is wrong. This song perfectly describes how I feel currently.
"Their cries for mercy echoed in your head like the screams of the unbaptized as broken glass and ash crunch underfoot. The clouds are darker than normal, and it's getting colder. As you cautiously seek refuge and respite from the cold world and cruel thoughts, a song begins to play. Someone, one of the very few left alive, must have made their way to what's left of the city center and turned on the public announcement system. It seemed foolish to you at first, but almost immediately you find yourself miles away, surrounded by life and happiness. Fleeting memories of smiles and warmth race through your mind. Someone, some mad psycho, risked it all to play one song. "How'd they even know it would work after all this?" you asked yourself through tears, before realizing it didn't matter. You were brought back to life, a life before, even if just for a moment..."
This makes me think of an alternate timeline in ww2 where nuclear weapons where developed and all the countries destroyed each other. we are lucky that never happened.
Honestly I dont think anyone would actually do a full on nuclear war,Likes it's either just let your own country die or destroy the entire planet (Including your own country)
POV: The war is over. It has been for 5 months. Today every remaining soldier was going back to the battlefield. In honor of those who passed. The whole place had been bombed. And was now a huge ditch. You (a surviving soldier) approach the ditch with your lovers hand in yours. Both of you fought together. You lost your closest friend to the war. Along with many others. Tears fill the dead grass while you and your fellow soldiers look at the remains of your horrific experiences. You wonder to yourself why you showed up. And why you were lucky enough to survive. Your scars daily reminders of your near death experience. How did you live? You suddenly hear something in the distance. Coming right from the ditch. It’s as if it’s calling to you. The other soldiers notice too. You all walk closer in a trance. A sound you’ve heard before. An old radio. Still playing your song. The song you won the war listening to. But it’s a radio? No radio plays this song anymore. No one wants to keep those memories. You look into the ditch as the music gets more distorted. As the last note of the battle anthem ends, the radio shuts off. The sign you were all looking for. The reason you lived. You promised to meet again. And you did. And so you will meet your other soldiers. For they have been waiting for you.
Listening to this at 7 am on Christmas. My family is still asleep. I’ve been awake since 2:30. I don’t know WHY I’m listening to this because it makes me feel like something is going to crawl out of my closet and swallow me whole.
Everyone who was born before 1985 has some degree of PTSD on account of being a veteran of the Cold War. We all lived under the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, knowing that the thread holding up the sword of Damocles was being shaved by madmen with knives bragging about who could make it thinner.
@@arcadiaberger9204 Even in 1600 in ancient times, Was worse cause mental impairments and disabilities weren't curable, We come a long way into medicine for helping people cope with ptsd and other physical and mental illnesses...Cold war was brute but we have to die eventually anyways why not go out with honor
@@WyteChinpira Unfortunately, the U.S. doesn't have a health care system set up to help people with PTSD, in spite of our immense numbers of traumatized veterans, to say nothing of the number of people with severe mental illness due to domestic abuse, childhood trauma, &c. I failed in the military because I *_went in_* with PTSD. If I had come back from a combat zone with the symptoms described in my evaluations, I think they would have recognized them, but since I was fresh from my A school, they didn't know what to make of me. I did poorly after my discharge for the same reason: I had great difficulty before I finally found a therapist who knew how to help me process my trauma from neglect and abuse and social trauma. Have you had any therapy? You might want to at least be evaluated, find out what a professional has to say. As for dying with honor, remember what Patton had to say about dying for your country.
@@arcadiaberger9204 I grew up and been through alot of fucked up shit even growing up im 27 I've experienced alot, to say the least I'm not a Veteren but i have studied Psychology and biology(family doctor) but never went fully through with it. But i prefer to be a businessman. Im sorry to hear you have PTSD you should smoke weed herd it helps and if getting high isn't your thing CBD helps with ptsd, Also exercise increases Seritonin, as well as taking Melotinin before bed it helps with the sleep cycle (non addictive)
It’s been 10 days since it happened. The country is empty, and everyone is dead. I’ve been walking in the Radioactive wasteland for I don’t even know how long. I can feel the loneliness starting to make me insane. Everyone I know is gone, even I feel gone from myself. I think I see a light in the distance, coming quick and almost blinding. The sun must be coming out again. Then I saw the cloud above it….
My gran used to sometimes sing this song whenever I visited her. It's very familiar to me, & she had a nice voice. She grew up in a port town with lots of military people in it during WWII. This song definitely had a major impact on her if she sang it unprompted 50+ years later. It's a pity she was a ⚪️ soup insist.
@@industrialcream I wonder, would the British soldiers, knowing that 80 years later, in London, they would become a minority in their own capital city, their own people murdered and raped daily in their own land, replaced by hostile foreigners, while also being demonised for resisting that, would they have kept fighting against the Axis?
All day the radio has been playing this song after that one zombie horde attacked London, But who's playing this? there can't been people in the radio stations after the attack?' What's that banging on the door?
Trotting your way through the DC ruins reminiscing about the prewar days...before the nuclear annihilation. Wanting to Sit at home cracking open a Nuka cola and listening to the inkspots on the radio. I might add onto this at some point (this is an edit)
Welcome my fellow friend. You made it. But Sadly, not many other people survived. Let’s sit and listen until the time has come. We had a good run, haven’t we?
"What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior." -Florence Nightingale
This song plays, after the ending of the war. You look at yourself, I’m a broken mirror. Your the last person in earth. One soldier. The cities are all empty. Oddly clean though. It feels as if the cities are in a movie set. The only thing keeping you company are try screams of sirens captured by those things. Those things… they leave me an odd feeling. What are they? Are they humans? Are they hunting me? But still yet, I continue to keep hearing this song from radio stations as ironies put on loop. At times, it will loop with a slow and deep pitch, echoing through the cities and piercing the fog. It’s like I’m being watched though, but now no one is here. Cars, trash, and even dead bodies are no where to be seen. What happened to them? Where am I? Who are you? Who am I!
Whatever they are won, this world burns. But maybe, just maybe if you survive. You can still hear the remains of humanity, echoing through the streets.
The last rebel in city 17 about to be blown up by the citadel looking around knowing he's going to die just stands and looks ad thre is no one but him insight he says We'll meet again in a new life on a sunny day
It's been two weeks since we evacuated civilians. Every radio station is playing this song on loop. Guess the chaps wanted to send us off with something to listen to. I can hear the damn gunfire getting closer to the Thames every day. We got word they just crossed into Mitcham last night. Word is that Slough has become a ruin. Probably an improvement, if I'm honest. I'm hoping one of these days that I can wake up from this nightmare, go back home, see my girl. Those days are long over. And this damn song. It echoes through the abandoned streets and our makeshift fortifications like it's a cavern. It's driving me insane. Nothing to take my mind off it either. Pubs are empty, that's the first thing the stragglers looted. The bombed out homes got nothin' either. Only thing we get are these shitty rations. Higher-ups tell us it's to preserve food. I think they're hoarding the good stuff. But throughout it all, that song remains the only constant. Time to get back to stacking rubble.
When i listened to this song for the first time i got shivers down my whole body, looking around the room whilst having a feeling of discomfort and life-threatening worries.
Sometimes it just hits me when I’m doing nothing. I have the feelings that this song gives. A deep resonant chill, nostalgia for something I never knew. I think back to how much the world has changed - the millions of men who died as pawns in a mindless game. It frightens me how the entire old world order was crushed without a trace. The juxtaposition from where we are to back then.
I just picture a soldier on the back of a vehicle with other surviving soldiers. They're driving slowly through the ruble of a city. Bodies littered throughout the street, embers still burning in the wreckage. Everyone is quiet and he's just staring off with a tired glaze just looking at all the bodies. And this song is eerily echoing through the streets
When i hear this i think of being in a destroyed city, building, or just in the backrooms and just being able to hear this song and know where it is but whenever you go to it you can never reach it so after a long time of trying to chase it you stop to go find other people but you just continue to hear this song. After a while you start to go hungry and thirsty still hearing the song but after a long time you can never find food or water so you just sit down listening to the song play behind you while you look out at a sunset, or a long hallway until you try and go to sleep and realize you cant so you just live like this for what seems like years awaiting for something to happen but nothing ever comes. Anyway thats what i call hell.
Every time I hear this song, I have a memory of one of my last times seeing my dad’s father, my namesake grandfather, and I remember that he wasn’t able to speak much anymore, but the last time I saw him, he smiled at me. It is one of those moments where you will never forget. I miss you, grandpa Joe, I love you.
this is the type of song you’d hear in a ww2 movie at the end where like the main character runs back to an old city standing in the middle alone as he realizes that his family and everyone in the town has died from the bombs
This reminds me of a story of a man, A man when he was still very young, his mom tasked him to finish all his chores and he is not alowed to play his xbox before finishing the chores, the boys mom went shopping, while the kid was doing his chores some news went on tv that there was a car accident on the road, when the kid heard this he realized it was his moms car Years after the kid all grown up wanted to play on his old xbox he open the disc casing just to find a disc and a note, it read "well well you outsmarted me, well go ahead and play ill' come back home with hugs and kisses for you - mom" She never came back home
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This is what I'd be singing to myself if I was the last person left on earth after an apocalypse, trying to convince myself that I still have my sanity knowing full well I'll never see another person for as long as I live Edit : omg thank you guys for all the likes I hope you all have a great day/ night ☺️
"If the soldiers who stormed the beaches in Normandy in June 1944 could see England as it is today, they wouldn't have gone forty yards up that beach."
This is what I imagine death sounds like. The empty echo of a familiar old song from your memories, playing from who knows where. but it’s comforting and calm, and you float in the warm darkness listening to the melody
This reminds me of a reoccurring dream I have, and that I had recently because I just had a bad fever. It has different ways of manifesting itself, but I've had this type of dream by whole life. It usually manifests itself as some kind of feeling of existential dread, and of having to accept the fact that something big is happening and that the end of everything, even existence itself, is happening and nobody can stop it. My recent encounter of this dream was manifested slightly differently, with a bunch of people or creatures (however controlled by normal people like us) occupying up a bunch of space in some kind of retro game, and I was with people that were taking up huge amounts of living space, which is where they will live for an eternity. However, I was with someone else and eventually I accidentally occupied a tiny space, and, crammed up in that tiny square of space, I realised that this is where I'd be for eternity. For the rest of time. With nothing to do, nobody to talk to, just crammed up in a tiny little space, unable to move.
I get a similar feeling normally when I dream. I have unlocked this like state where I can feel immense emotions in my dreams. They always transfer to when I wake up. And many a times it leads to me being scared or very confused for a few minutes.
This gives the same effect as that Fallout 3 trailer of a radio playing I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire as it zooms out into the ruin of once great city.
The real version is one of the most soul crushing songs I've ever heard.
As she is singing about her Man going to war with a high probability of dying and saying say hello to my loved ones. We'll meet again is so heartbreaking dude
God, that’s so jarring compared to what I hear about it. I’ve heard it described as ‘Humanity’s song of Hope’
@@ajarofmaeo7405Hope and Despair are two sides of the same coin. Hope exists in as many forms as there are people.
@@program4215 Yep.
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"I can't believe it; we've finally made it to Rome! Cheer up chap, the Germans are surely going to surrender now."
"But at what cost?"
"Everything"
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Is this a reference to allies in WWII?
Some years ago I saw a documentary that said Mark Clark prefered to rush to Rome (an open city at time, since Germans got out to preserve the city and because partisans fights), instead of completing the pocket the Commonwealth troops were doing, and this allowed the whole Wehrmacht, that should be trapped, to retreat to Gothic Lines and continue to fight until the end of the war.
Also, I heard Anzio was maybe a tactical error, but I didn't studied enough to say this.
Millions of young men's lives. My great grandfather was in the British army, he fought in italy. I have a photo of him smiling outside of the colleseum during the Italian campaign. Still think it's the best photo ever taken.
@@thebritishempire8754 Damn, that's awesome! I wish I could see that photo.
This is the kind of song that gives you a nice memory, but also gives you shivers.
Far from it. That’s a song from the early 1940’s. Back then the Germans were bombing London to shit. Sure enough, Germany lost the war, but not before the formation of the Soviet Union with Russia at the epicentre, which imposed what still goes on today over in Ukraine.
@@hystonix if this is nostalgic to you what tf did you do in the past?!
@@MeLoNarXo fr bruh
having survived a war, but having lost all your friends in the process. sitting in a chair, in your house with this song playing, remembering when you used to associate it with being happy. staring into nothingness.
@@MeLoNarXo You can still feel nostalgic, for example my dad played this song a lot to me when I was a kid
POV: The nukes missed the raidostations and all the radios in the city started playing this out into the streets that almost seem frozen in time, except for the bodies covering the streets
if it was nuke there would be no bodies just ash and oils left in the shape of people's shadows
@@jamwrightiam 🤓
@@itskb2891 I honestly find that more scary/depressing than just bodies
i think german missiles would fit this comment more because the germans didnt have access to nukes only missiles
um actually according to my calculations the electromagnetic pulse emitted would break every electronic device and every electrically powered machine including radio station generators and transmitters...
Great grandfather loved this song. He would always play it everytime we came to visit him when I was younger. Good times
you’re one lucky man to have a Great-Grandfather still alive during your childhood
@@formerwarthunderenjoyer1945 I suppose so. I was lucky to have met him. He went through so much in the army during the war. He was and always will be the greatest man I'll ever know
@@formerwarthunderenjoyer1945 what about my great great grandmother? 102 rn
@@frenchempire9471 spend time with her while you can,mashallah
@@formerwarthunderenjoyer1945 my great grandfather died in 2015 so i got to meet him aswell
POV: you’re the only family member who survived hitlers bomber squadron of the bombings of London
I used to be a fairly good lucid dreamer until around 8 years ago, and then I hit a long run of depression and was on meds and have never been able to do it since.
One of the last such dreams I had, I was at a party and there were dream figures along with a sad old guy who was leaving. I was looking at the throng, just another partygoer, and this song started playing and I watched the sad guy shuffle past. It was clear that the song was directed at him. At the time I had no idea that this person was me, that some part of my subconscious understood that my run was about over and wanted to say so.
I've always been convinced those dreams gave me insights. There was no other way to interpret that.
I'm not where I once was, but 2022 treated me well and I've improved a lot. Someday I'll dream again like I did in the past and get back to that party. Someday.
Weird, I’m also a Paul who has been struggling to lucid dream since I started getting sad… I haven’t had a long one before because i recently started
@@paul2019. I think for me the medications did more to block dreaming than the depression, although the depression certainly messes up your sleep patterns.
SSRI's in particular and to be open about it, the self-medicating too, absolutely obliterated any deep thoughts or dreams good or bad. Which sometimes if you're in bad shape, that's what gets you by. But it comes at a heavy price and I wouldn't have gone down that road knowing what I know now. I would have looked at lifestyle changes first and culling people from my life who weren't on my team.
I wish you the best with your struggle. I hope you're able to snap back a lot faster than I did.
@@Paul-os1fr I’m pretty sure I am going to get through it without meds
I remember in a lucid dream after spending quite a bit of time in the dreamscape I decided to stop exploring and just went along with the main dream plot and then the ready to restart audio played from a disembodied voice to me. That whole speech. I knew it was to me how I hid from the real exploration and truth it rocked my mind for awhile. Especially the part when it's like you're gonna go back now over and over until something breaks and that something will probably be you. Hearing that right before you wake up is terrifying.
My name's Paul and I can't do lucid dreams anymore too, i don't even dream at all. Pretty much since life started getting worse. Last few times I was able to lucid dream was when I slept for 12 hours. It's kinda reassuring to know that people so similar to me have the same problems. Hope it gets better for the three of us
"Goodbye Yonkers, Goodnight Irene..."
( *drops cigarette to the cold ashen earth* )
You are a British Soldier alone in a city somewhere in France, your comrades thought you already dead, they decided to blast this music, before level the city by Artillery
That's a Russian strategy. British doctrine abides by the Geneva convention, we'd never risk civilian casualties, just blow out the infrastructure.
Jesus
dam
I feel like this is a reference
@Carbon Atom change your name. Carbon is S tier, you are an F.
In another comment section on we'll meet again - I believe I saw someone say that it feels like the end credits song to the universe. That is *even* more resonant in this depiction...
heh heh get it resona-
@@lurkie-o "the poor soul got entropy'd before finishing his journal entry, poor lad"
Eternity
@@genericuser984 entropy, heh. Entropy Zero amiright?
@@MatthewT394 entropy zero, heh. Entropy Zero 2 amiright?
People are out there commenting on how this has something to do with the apocalypse or horrors beyond our comprehension, but I'd beg to differ, war is already horrifying enough that this song describes it somewhat perfectly, picture this:
You are covered in scars among your comrades in the trenches.
They're joking around to alleviate the mood.
One of them approaches you and starts talking to you.
You hear him say something about "us winning the war" and "having it in the bag".
You hear whistling.
Non-human whistling, you already know that you're dead.
The whistling gets deeper and deeper in pitch, everyone's already running for cover.
You haven't moved an inch, you have already accepted your fate.
The guy talking to you grabs you by a strap and leads an unwilling you to cover.
He throws you inside a trench-bunker.
He's too late, you survived, but you see his body getting blown to pieces just outside the entrance by artillery.
Blood is scattered upon your face and guts are visible just inside the bunker.
You lay on the floor and start thinking to yourself:
"Why did I ever enlist?"
The explosions stop.
You go outside to the sight of corpses everywhere, guts too.
There were only a few survivors scattered through the trenches, many of them shell-shocked or with some of their limbs broken/cut off.
You can see some officers going outside from their bunkers.
One of the victims of the shelling asks you what hour it is before giving away to the light.
You decide to peek over the trench, it's silent.
A bullet flies over your head, knocking off your unstrapped helmet.
"Fuck." you say, while quickly retreating to cover.
You peek once again, this time to see a a grey mist on the horizon.
The whistling wasn't over.
Edit: Hello people, it's been 6 months since I had written this, I completely forgot it existed, but after checking in on my notifications and seeing "@skylerbenton8537" 's comment, I decided to check up on this, and I have been re-reading some of the replies telling me that I should be an author or something along those lines. To those people, and to whoever comes, thank you so very much, I truly don't deserve this. I am eternally grateful.
May the Lord above bless your souls.
Edit No. 2: I am planning on writing a book similar to Erich Maria's "Im Westen Nichts Neues" and Ernst Jünger's "In Stahlgewittern", except with a hidden connotation behind it. I will also probably record myself narrating this short piece of text and perhaps my book and publish both wherever (be it on RUclips or someplace else), though it also will depend on whether or not I think my voice is adequate for such a thing.
this does fit better, I must agree.
its just people who think that horrors beyond our comprehension are any scarier than surviving a war
your story is energetic and filled with action and is in the moment, whereas this edit of the song has an eerie emptiness and nostalgia to it that is very fitting for a post-apocalyptic fallout type scene
@@jewishdad7675 It is only in the moment because you decide to be in the exterior, try seeing into the past, present and future of the victim's mind.
@@humanitysenterprise what i mean by the song being less in the moment is that the song creates a very reflective atmosphere-no feeling of immediate pressure, and the use of an older song makes it feel nostalgic, whereas in your story the character is not reflecting on anything but is going to be more focused on the immediate world around him and how he will react to it.
i think it's cool that you came up with your own story and interpretation but I'm just explaining why that the post-apocalyptic atmosphere is the one everyone else felt fits it better
Radio Died. Been hearing this old song play through the speakers on the main street today.
But this city has been abandoned for some time.... oh god.
They Know Where I am.
*I think they are here.*
And they don’t sound human.
Why don’t they sound human…?
*In the distance*: Fritz: Friedrich!
Friedrich: Ja?
Fritz: Wo ist die Folk?
Friedrich: Sie sind wegen des Artilleriefeuers weggegangen, oder sie sind alle durch die Bombardierung gestorben.
Fritz: Oh..
Friedrich: Aber, Ich habe hier jemanden gehört.
@@juliusceaser7242 *hans joins tego conversation*
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Bros totally a schizophrenic 😁
@navvy8839lol
If I were to be the last person on earth I would play this non stop.
I would play this: ruclips.net/video/93JArmMY3n4/видео.html
Mood
Honestly I'd rather die alongside everyone else than suffer the experience of being the last specimen of your species to ever live.
@@proto_arkbit3100 actully that sounds pretty good
@@proto_arkbit3100 hey, it's free bacon
That moment when you realize you won't meet again...
I'll take the high road and you'll take the low road, and we'll meet back at loch lomond. But I say me and my friends we may ne'er meet again, on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch lomond.
Most days the dogs keep me going. Keep me company. Keep me from remembering.
And then there are days like today. I'm playing the song.
The song. Use to play it every New Years. Sing it along with the family.
Now nobody is left to sing it with. Just me, the dogs and the ghosts.
Memories.
Tonight I'll open that bottle of wine I found a few weeks ago. Have a few drinks. Listen to the dam song again. Remember.
Look at the gun. Feel the barrel. Solid. Comforting.
Remember the dogs. They still need me. Put the gun down. Maybe next time. Listen to the song again.
I dont know if this is simply a poem of fiction or truth, but remember even in the darkest times there are people that care about you no matter how bleek it may seem
REMEMBER THE DAMN DOGS KEEP PUSHING ON FOR THEM
This one seemed out of place compared to all of the other hypotheticals so i just wanted to say life is a mess. It's chaotic and it all feels hopeless sometimes. But it matters. You matter. Don't let go, this planet still needs you. I might not know you, bit i know you belong here. Push through with us just a little longer friend.
this ones a little too real. life sucks and all the "think of so and so" doesnt really work when your a ghost and everyone who you knew is either dead or gone
post apocalypse solitary depression scenarios are my favorite genre of writing. i love stuff like this because you can really feel the humanity(can't place it in other words) seeping through. it's like finding comfort in fear and hopelessness.
I hear them outside. They’re all singing as one. They want me to come out and join them, to be united in mind and soul. Won’t let them have me, no matter how loud their siren call gets.
Listening to this is equivalent to your character getting the panic effect from listening to the radio in Project Zomboid
I hear this and I imagine walking through a nuke-torn city, blazing with atomic fire, you somehow survived the initial blast and you're walking the ruined, collapsing streets, and the song distorting and collapsing in the final third is the radiation slowly getting to your brain and making it harder and harder to remember the song, until finally it cuts into static as you collapse in the dusty, atomized ashes.
*You come across a glowing fragment of graphite*
@@DrBright5558 haha pretty color
Pessimist and sad
Good luck
“Everything hurts! I don’t want to move my limbs anymore! Ugh, where am I? I can’t tell between ashes or floaters. No matter. I just wanna… relax, for now.”
This is what the RAF pilots heard after crashing and surviving...
Everyone who was born before 1985 has some degree of PTSD on account of being a veteran of the Cold War.
We all lived under the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, knowing that the thread holding up the sword of Damocles was being shaved by madmen with knives bragging about who could make it thinner.
My mom was born in ‘73 and she talks about how badly The Day After still scares her and how she bawled when Reagan told Mikhail Gorbachev to tear down that wall, a Deacon friend from church talked about the Duck And Cover video he watched in school and about the nuclear drills he had, thank God I don’t live knowing that fear
You can get it so easily. I lived in Beer Sheba just for a year during the 2014 Gaza conflict- I have never recovered. Sometimes I zone out of reality thinking something is going to happen, than I come back when I realize I shouldn't be scared.
I was 13 when The Day After came out, and I remember the nuclear war survival PSA's they used to show in Britain about things like burying bodies and to remember they were just vectors for disease, not people anymore. Also how to avoid nuclear fallout and how to make a makeshift shelter.
That said, I'm a lot more worried about modern times than I ever was about the Cold War. The Cold War was abstract. What's going on now is right up front, less controlled, and it is easy to see several scenarios where a billion people wind up dead. Nukes are in more hands now than back then, and you don't need a nuclear war to get a lot of people dead.
From argentina not that much.
1984 mfs on december 31.
POV: You're kids moved out and you're now alone in your empty house.
fallout 4 vibes
I would defenitely listen to this while playing Fallout London once it got released
Fallout: Gravity Falls
Yep
more like fallout 3 tbh
To those who have survived the "end of the world" thermonuclear holocaust
Bomb
I'm station on an archive museum. Filled with humanity achievements and accomplishments throughout the current and past. This place has a bunker....unfortunately it couldn't be open with the heavy debris as it could only be open outwards.
Do not look for this shelter since I'm no longer around
So i would play these music through the radio...showing that we're still human beings lost in the darkness
With songs being our light
May those find forgiveness
For our saviour Has left heart broken for our sins
If people find the archive for the comment section in the future like 1000 years from now there gonna be confused as hell.
The quakes have leveled everything. You have no way to confirm if the other countries have been hit by the quakes as well. As you crawl through the shattered rubble of bricks, steel beams, concrete, and wood, you can hear a faint song over the desolate wreckage. You feel attracted to the song like a moth to light. A vintage gramophone sits on the rubble, somehow untouched by the chaos that has befallen the city mere hours ago. You sit beside it and listen. The is song unusually slow. You realize you have been holding back your emotions until now.
As you sit and weep, a rushing noise makes you look up. The nearby water canal is receding. Very quickly. You look to the beach the city once sat next to. It's receding as well. You try to remember what that meant, but in the end you don't need too. A massive wave heads towards land. As it reaches the beach it towers over the few ruined high rises still standing. You won't survive that. Nothing here will. As the wave blasts through the rubble and rushes inland, you sit still and listen as the song finishes.
All you can do is let out one final scream as the wave reaches you.
ok
No no no, you got that wrong, I wouldn't scream, no no no, I would laugh!!!
Jesus.
I live in the place in England Furthest from the Sea so I'd be completely fine
@@bullet6140 *laughs in rain*
I didn't fear the emptyness on the streets, that wore off soon enough.
The loneliness didn't, but at least there was a serene beauty in the empty snow
I didn't fear the random sounds, the crumbling of buildings and the flickering of radios
Not even when they followed me home
I didn't fear the knocking at the door, I had enough food in my house
The creaking of the window was worrying, but the wind and snow was rough
I didn't fear the opened door, the snow on the floor or the footprints
Not even when my radio was on, singing this song
Because I knew
We'd meet again.
Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear
Just for a while dear we must part
Don't let this parting upset you
I'll not forget you, sweetheart
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away
And I will just say hello
To the folks that you know
Tell them you won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as I saw you go
You were singing this song
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
And I will just say hello
To the folks that you know
Tell them you won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as I saw you go
You were singing this song
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
The song starts playing, and the surviving soldiers come out of their places of cover, realizing that the conflict was all for naught. They reconcile, despite the language barrier, and start singing a drinking song. In the music of this drinking song, there's an interlude where the entire congretation whistles the melody. The soldiers start whistling, then continue to the next part of the song.
The whistling continues.
What else can you do but sing as the artillery goes
;_;
After 2 years of trying to find this song because of one edit….
Today, I found it, so thank you for making this version of this song.
Being at Dunkirk is more creepy than you think
Imagine waiting on a beach with about 1,000 soldiers on it, and you know the enemies are closing in on you, and your only exit is the ocean, but those ships keep getting destroyed
When the german war machine is slowly encroaching in
POV: You're on the deck of the Britannia, sailing away from Hong Kong in 1997
I sure do love scrolling the comments of videos and reading unspeakable horrors beyond my comprehension
The song for all that perish in conflicts across the globe. A forever damned promise to home, with the only forgiveness coming in an untimely death.
*You'd Exit Out The Forest Into Your Home.*
"Somethings Different, Wait. Was That Always There. Wait A Minute. What Am I Talking About?! Wheres Everyone?"
*You Enter A Nearby House. It Empty, Everything Was Stripped Away. All There Is The Walls, Floors, And A Basement.*
(CHOICE A)
*You'd Enter The Basement. The Stair Go On Along While, The Walls Make It Feel Small, After 15 Steps, The Door Closes.*
"Shit, I Guess I Have No Choice."
*You'd Keep On Walking Down. Its Dark.*
"Its Dark. All Is Dark. Its All Dark. Everything Is Dark. Im. Lost.. Someone, Please"
*You Rush Up The Door. It Is Gone All Is Gone. Just. Dark.*
(CHOICE B)
*You'd Leave The House*
"Hell, Its Not Like Anything Was Intresting There Anyways."
*You Wonder The Empty Roads, Theres No Houses, Stores, or Anything. You'd Spot Something In The Distance*
"Wha-At-What is That?"
*You Wondered Closer To The Building.*
"A-A Gas Station?"
*You'd Enter The Gas Station. theres No Food, Or Anything In There, Like All the Other Houses.*
"Damit, Is there Anything Here In This Town?"
*You Go Outside, Its Pitch White Ouside, You Look Behind You. the Gas Station Is Gone. Its A Bright White Void.*
"Ugh, God Damit. Wait Wha-"
*You See A 7 Foot Tall Figure, It Stands Out From The Rest, As Its A Bright Red. Its Coming Closer, And Closer.*
"Hey- HEY HEY!"
*The Figure Gets To You, You Feel Like Your Eyes Are Burning. Theres No Sound. Just A Whie Void.*
''...."
*Every Bone In Your Body Feels Like here Being Grinded To Dust. You Cant Scream, You Can Hear. You Cant See. All You Can Do Is Suffer The Pain*
(CHOICE C)
"Hello?"
*You Yell In Ths Empty House*
"Anyone There?"
*A Solder Would Appear At A Corner, Mid World War 2. He'd Holding A Gun And Covered In Blood"
"Hey-"
*The Soldier Ran Out The House, You Rush To Catch Up, But Its To Late. His Gone.*
"Damit, My Luck,"
*You Go Outside. A Whole War Is Happening*
"Wha, What The-"
*You Hide Behind Something. Tanks That, Dont Seem Right Would Crash Anything In The Road*
*You Hear A Gunshot. Then A Sharp Pain In Your Chest.*
"Wha, Agh.. Damit."
*Another Gunshot Is Hear- You Woke Up.*
"Wait, Where Am I?"
*You Wook Up In A Nearby Forest, You See Your Old Home Town.*
(Choice C-A At 400 likes. also if you want me to make more choices. ask in comments)
Where is the choice B sir?
lol not all words have to be capitalized
@@whoasked9889 it's cooler looking though
@@frenchempire9471 no it's just incorrect grammar
@who asked technically yes but that wasn't my point
After all I’ve been through, by some means this song started playing! It was a much needed comfort,
Until I remembered I was made deaf from the blast.
Happy ending : you recovered your hearing and you're not alone!
You're not alone.
They know where you are.
@@kaptainraz They're your family! You greet them and have a hug. The troubles are over.
@@placozoa somethings off, they don’t look quite right…
@@st0rm722 It's been years since you've seen them, of course they'd look older.
@@placozoa their arms start to turn into long pointed sticks
WE MAIKING IT OUT THE PSYCHIATRIC WARD WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
“ it’s true, isn’t it ?
we never shall meet again
and that is scarier than the most gruesome of deaths. “
This song takes a crazy turn at 1:44
This is the song my grandfather chose for his funeral service. It will forever bring back the memories i have of him.
i heard the song playing in the street, it seemed to be coming from a single point deep in the city.
i found that as the song got louder the bodies got more and more frequent
The use of this song in Castle is so brilliant! It’s the perfect anthem for a recurring villain, especially a serial killer whose MO is haunting the main characters, forcing them to play his games only to vanish right before he is caught.
Wow, so this what Britain sounds like when the Pubs finally go dry.
My grandpa recently just passed and I don’t know how to feel. His ashes are currently here with me, but I feel like something is wrong. This song perfectly describes how I feel currently.
Darn i hope that's fake... Hope your doing good.
"Their cries for mercy echoed in your head like the screams of the unbaptized as broken glass and ash crunch underfoot. The clouds are darker than normal, and it's getting colder. As you cautiously seek refuge and respite from the cold world and cruel thoughts, a song begins to play. Someone, one of the very few left alive, must have made their way to what's left of the city center and turned on the public announcement system. It seemed foolish to you at first, but almost immediately you find yourself miles away, surrounded by life and happiness. Fleeting memories of smiles and warmth race through your mind. Someone, some mad psycho, risked it all to play one song. "How'd they even know it would work after all this?" you asked yourself through tears, before realizing it didn't matter. You were brought back to life, a life before, even if just for a moment..."
as the italins walk into the last remanent of the allies they hear this song being played on loop
This makes me think of an alternate timeline in ww2 where nuclear weapons where developed and all the countries destroyed each other. we are lucky that never happened.
Except the only country that had nukes during WW2 was the US.
@@PeruvianPotato I think he meant if countries all dropped nukes on eachother and not just Japan
Looks like "ze power of German engineering" couldn't help them that time.
@@nachosrule6985 It would have if the USA didnt take the german scientists to develop the nuke
Honestly I dont think anyone would actually do a full on nuclear war,Likes it's either just let your own country die or destroy the entire planet (Including your own country)
When two or more governments decide to stop using their indoor voices and now you've lost outside privileges for the next 500 years.
this sort of gives me the vibe of being comforted after an apocalypse
The isolation and fragility of life in this is suffocating
POV:
The war is over.
It has been for 5 months.
Today every remaining soldier was going back to the battlefield. In honor of those who passed. The whole place had been bombed. And was now a huge ditch. You (a surviving soldier) approach the ditch with your lovers hand in yours. Both of you fought together. You lost your closest friend to the war. Along with many others. Tears fill the dead grass while you and your fellow soldiers look at the remains of your horrific experiences. You wonder to yourself why you showed up. And why you were lucky enough to survive. Your scars daily reminders of your near death experience. How did you live? You suddenly hear something in the distance. Coming right from the ditch. It’s as if it’s calling to you. The other soldiers notice too. You all walk closer in a trance. A sound you’ve heard before.
An old radio.
Still playing your song.
The song you won the war listening to.
But it’s a radio? No radio plays this song anymore. No one wants to keep those memories.
You look into the ditch as the music gets more distorted.
As the last note of the battle anthem ends, the radio shuts off.
The sign you were all looking for. The reason you lived.
You promised to meet again.
And you did.
And so you will meet your other soldiers.
For they have been waiting for you.
Listening to this at 7 am on Christmas. My family is still asleep. I’ve been awake since 2:30. I don’t know WHY I’m listening to this because it makes me feel like something is going to crawl out of my closet and swallow me whole.
Honestly this is terrifying
Everyone who was born before 1985 has some degree of PTSD on account of being a veteran of the Cold War.
We all lived under the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, knowing that the thread holding up the sword of Damocles was being shaved by madmen with knives bragging about who could make it thinner.
@@arcadiaberger9204 Even in 1600 in ancient times, Was worse cause mental impairments and disabilities weren't curable, We come a long way into medicine for helping people cope with ptsd and other physical and mental illnesses...Cold war was brute but we have to die eventually anyways why not go out with honor
@@WyteChinpira Unfortunately, the U.S. doesn't have a health care system set up to help people with PTSD, in spite of our immense numbers of traumatized veterans, to say nothing of the number of people with severe mental illness due to domestic abuse, childhood trauma, &c.
I failed in the military because I *_went in_* with PTSD. If I had come back from a combat zone with the symptoms described in my evaluations, I think they would have recognized them, but since I was fresh from my A school, they didn't know what to make of me.
I did poorly after my discharge for the same reason: I had great difficulty before I finally found a therapist who knew how to help me process my trauma from neglect and abuse and social trauma.
Have you had any therapy? You might want to at least be evaluated, find out what a professional has to say.
As for dying with honor, remember what Patton had to say about dying for your country.
@@arcadiaberger9204 I grew up and been through alot of fucked up shit even growing up im 27 I've experienced alot, to say the least I'm not a Veteren but i have studied Psychology and biology(family doctor) but never went fully through with it. But i prefer to be a businessman. Im sorry to hear you have PTSD you should smoke weed herd it helps and if getting high isn't your thing CBD helps with ptsd, Also exercise increases Seritonin, as well as taking Melotinin before bed it helps with the sleep cycle (non addictive)
@@arcadiaberger9204 You have to find that niche that brings you peace, mine is Music, Martial arts, business etc,
The distortion at 1:53 gives it such an EATEOT vibe. I love it!
Keep on searching, maybe you‘ll find what you‘re looking for among these ruins.
You'll always find something, it's wether or not it was looking for you instead.
Bro lovecraft and offbrand agent clef, amazing
It’s been 10 days since it happened.
The country is empty, and everyone is dead. I’ve been walking in the Radioactive wasteland for I don’t even know how long. I can feel the loneliness starting to make me insane. Everyone I know is gone, even I feel gone from myself. I think I see a light in the distance, coming quick and almost blinding. The sun must be coming out again.
Then I saw the cloud above it….
My gran used to sometimes sing this song whenever I visited her. It's very familiar to me, & she had a nice voice. She grew up in a port town with lots of military people in it during WWII. This song definitely had a major impact on her if she sang it unprompted 50+ years later.
It's a pity she was a ⚪️ soup insist.
İ did not understood your last sentence , can you explain ?
She was very raycist (can't say the actual word thanks to RUclips censorship), and was bigoted in other ways too.
@@industrialcream I wonder, would the British soldiers, knowing that 80 years later, in London, they would become a minority in their own capital city, their own people murdered and raped daily in their own land, replaced by hostile foreigners, while also being demonised for resisting that, would they have kept fighting against the Axis?
All day the radio has been playing this song after that one zombie horde attacked London,
But who's playing this? there can't been people in the radio stations after the attack?'
What's that banging on the door?
Trotting your way through the DC ruins reminiscing about the prewar days...before the nuclear annihilation. Wanting to Sit at home cracking open a Nuka cola and listening to the inkspots on the radio.
I might add onto this at some point (this is an edit)
I was thinking about this song when I met my cousin for the first time in 7 years, this brings back memories weirdly
What I hear if I emerge from a bunker into a ruin that used to be my home
Welcome my fellow friend. You made it. But Sadly, not many other people survived. Let’s sit and listen until the time has come. We had a good run, haven’t we?
"What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior." -Florence Nightingale
I have listened to this a couple times before and I just came back to it again today and I can't stop thinking how good this would be in fallout
This song plays, after the ending of the war. You look at yourself, I’m a broken mirror. Your the last person in earth. One soldier. The cities are all empty. Oddly clean though. It feels as if the cities are in a movie set. The only thing keeping you company are try screams of sirens captured by those things.
Those things… they leave me an odd feeling. What are they?
Are they humans?
Are they hunting me?
But still yet, I continue to keep hearing this song from radio stations as ironies put on loop. At times, it will loop with a slow and deep pitch, echoing through the cities and piercing the fog. It’s like I’m being watched though, but now no one is here. Cars, trash, and even dead bodies are no where to be seen. What happened to them? Where am I? Who are you? Who am I!
POV: the world has been nuked a lonely tune play's in the ruins of london from a radio in a old house
Whatever they are won, this world burns. But maybe, just maybe if you survive. You can still hear the remains of humanity, echoing through the streets.
POV: the last bunker opens and u see the world in ash the only song u hear in the radio over all the moss is this song while u cry
this is how i emagine scp-001 (when day breaks) would go when the -A's get ahold a intercom in a city
What about 610 or 008. Perhaps 001 or 001, maybe even 001.
"Did you defeat the Germans"
"Yes."
"What did it cost?"
"Everything.."
The last rebel in city 17 about to be blown up by the citadel looking around knowing he's going to die just stands and looks ad thre is no one but him insight he says
We'll meet again in a new life on a sunny day
Massive half life fan. This is brilliant
It's been two weeks since we evacuated civilians. Every radio station is playing this song on loop. Guess the chaps wanted to send us off with something to listen to. I can hear the damn gunfire getting closer to the Thames every day. We got word they just crossed into Mitcham last night. Word is that Slough has become a ruin. Probably an improvement, if I'm honest. I'm hoping one of these days that I can wake up from this nightmare, go back home, see my girl. Those days are long over.
And this damn song. It echoes through the abandoned streets and our makeshift fortifications like it's a cavern. It's driving me insane. Nothing to take my mind off it either. Pubs are empty, that's the first thing the stragglers looted. The bombed out homes got nothin' either. Only thing we get are these shitty rations. Higher-ups tell us it's to preserve food. I think they're hoarding the good stuff. But throughout it all, that song remains the only constant. Time to get back to stacking rubble.
Bro really just wrote a better plot than most movies I’ve watched…
I think the song is copyrighted, but i saw other upload reversions so...
500k views... oh my god! I can flex on my friends. Thank you all!
When i listened to this song for the first time i got shivers down my whole body, looking around the room whilst having a feeling of discomfort and life-threatening worries.
Sometimes it just hits me when I’m doing nothing. I have the feelings that this song gives. A deep resonant chill, nostalgia for something I never knew. I think back to how much the world has changed - the millions of men who died as pawns in a mindless game.
It frightens me how the entire old world order was crushed without a trace. The juxtaposition from where we are to back then.
What software is used to make this song?! The echo is entertaining my soul!
Putting comment here so I know too
Probably davinci resolve or FLstudio since they both have audio editing abilities
could be any editing/mixing software. (Premiere, Resolve, FLStudio, Vegas, Avid, Media Composer...)
I just picture a soldier on the back of a vehicle with other surviving soldiers. They're driving slowly through the ruble of a city. Bodies littered throughout the street, embers still burning in the wreckage. Everyone is quiet and he's just staring off with a tired glaze just looking at all the bodies. And this song is eerily echoing through the streets
This is what it would feel like to be immortal, everything in the universe has decayed and your just floating through Space, drifting, forever…
When i hear this i think of being in a destroyed city, building, or just in the backrooms and just being able to hear this song and know where it is but whenever you go to it you can never reach it so after a long time of trying to chase it you stop to go find other people but you just continue to hear this song. After a while you start to go hungry and thirsty still hearing the song but after a long time you can never find food or water so you just sit down listening to the song play behind you while you look out at a sunset, or a long hallway until you try and go to sleep and realize you cant so you just live like this for what seems like years awaiting for something to happen but nothing ever comes.
Anyway thats what i call hell.
Every time I hear this song, I have a memory of one of my last times seeing my dad’s father, my namesake grandfather, and I remember that he wasn’t able to speak much anymore, but the last time I saw him, he smiled at me. It is one of those moments where you will never forget. I miss you, grandpa Joe, I love you.
This truly is rather spooky, my brother.
expecting this to play when you wander through a post-apocalyptic wasteland
No one told me that this would get more and more demonic as it went along.
I've listened to this song long enough for it to actually become nostalgic wtf
this is the type of song you’d hear in a ww2 movie at the end where like the main character runs back to an old city standing in the middle alone as he realizes that his family and everyone in the town has died from the bombs
Pov the local grocery stores closes while you compare egg cartons.
This reminds me of a story of a man,
A man when he was still very young, his mom tasked him to finish all his chores and he is not alowed to play his xbox before finishing the chores, the boys mom went shopping, while the kid was doing his chores some news went on tv that there was a car accident on the road, when the kid heard this he realized it was his moms car
Years after the kid all grown up wanted to play on his old xbox he open the disc casing just to find a disc and a note, it read
"well well you outsmarted me, well go ahead and play ill' come back home with hugs and kisses for you
- mom"
She never came back home
That is very sad
At least it din't happend to you
but i know well meet again some sunny day........ (hits me in the feels man.. hits me where it hurts)
beautiful! if you take requests, could you please make a version with the original pitch?
just set it to 1.25x speed
@@случайныйпареньиздругогорайона that won't make it the original pitch, just faster
Man, this song justtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
This is what I'd be singing to myself if I was the last person left on earth after an apocalypse, trying to convince myself that I still have my sanity knowing full well I'll never see another person for as long as I live
Edit : omg thank you guys for all the likes I hope you all have a great day/ night ☺️
Same
You should look underground. I'm sure the Artilleryman build his Brave New World.
Pray that you don’t survive it, far worse :*(
@@shaydorahl6740 radiation is so much worse than a simple gun.. finally I can test death out ig
Don't worry, there'll be survivors, if you survived, others have.
"If the soldiers who stormed the beaches in Normandy in June 1944 could see England as it is today, they wouldn't have gone forty yards up that beach."
Its been a pleasure gents, see you all on the other side, may God have mercy on us all.
Honestly feels like the intro to a British based fallout game
POV: The last human died in the war decades ago. But our machines we built to attack each other, still carry out their orders dutifully
@Machine Ambassador ive seen that animation, quite eerie.
This goes well in modern London.
Anyone who’s been will understand immediately.
This would be the song that plays when global society collapses and we become No-Pats like in Battlefield 2042
This is what I imagine death sounds like. The empty echo of a familiar old song from your memories, playing from who knows where. but it’s comforting and calm, and you float in the warm darkness listening to the melody
Never thought Bill Cipher could get deep, damn
Knew i could find someone noting bills favorite song,
tbh i have my volume on full because this is really nice, but im scared of the ads that will burst through my headphones 😭
This reminds me of a reoccurring dream I have, and that I had recently because I just had a bad fever. It has different ways of manifesting itself, but I've had this type of dream by whole life. It usually manifests itself as some kind of feeling of existential dread, and of having to accept the fact that something big is happening and that the end of everything, even existence itself, is happening and nobody can stop it. My recent encounter of this dream was manifested slightly differently, with a bunch of people or creatures (however controlled by normal people like us) occupying up a bunch of space in some kind of retro game, and I was with people that were taking up huge amounts of living space, which is where they will live for an eternity. However, I was with someone else and eventually I accidentally occupied a tiny space, and, crammed up in that tiny square of space, I realised that this is where I'd be for eternity. For the rest of time. With nothing to do, nobody to talk to, just crammed up in a tiny little space, unable to move.
I get a similar feeling normally when I dream. I have unlocked this like state where I can feel immense emotions in my dreams. They always transfer to when I wake up. And many a times it leads to me being scared or very confused for a few minutes.
This gives the same effect as that Fallout 3 trailer of a radio playing I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire as it zooms out into the ruin of once great city.