He was a french Cuirassier now a retired veteran at the age of 65. He uad served during the napoleonic wars. he is your grandfather. (Art by me)

It was the day before the siege of Jerusalem. You layed down on a meadow. Next to you layed Father leo. He was the head of the church in your village all the way back home.

*You were a British soldier in WW1 you just saw one of your comrades get a bullet through his skull you shake it off and keep on firing. You hadn't slept in what seems like weeks. Then a cold skeletal arm touches your shoulder*

your a french soldier in Leipzig you got separated from your fellow soldiers and encounter an infected cuirassier (art by me)

*you and your comrades enter the horse guards through a balcony just to be met whit Arthur Wellesley pointing his pistol towards you* Scum... Scum of the earth really. *lowers pistol* Here after all the troop gentlemen deserted their posts?