Yaveria - 1917

Chapter 1, "Mud, Blood, and Steel."

Dear God... I don't even remember how long I've been defending this trench. Anyways, my name is Rangerich Volora, I'm an ethnic Vanian, just recently passed my BMT a few weeks ago. I've been assigned into the 22nd Rifle Division, in the support company as a machine gun operator. Well... I'm writing this, on a breezy cold night. At least those Yaverians wouldn't just take us by surprise this time... Hopefully though.

I sat here, inside the trench that I have no idea how many men have died before me just for the sake of this trench. I wrote this, as I wonder to myself, "I wonder if my wife really misses that much?" I mean... I've always told her not to worry anyway. I'll surely be back, and we could just spend our time together again.

But... even exchanging letters doesn't replenish her worries, nor my regards too. But, I've always been optimistic that I will be back and see her again. Well, look! My friends are all well and alive, one of them are just, eh... Suicidal. I don't know why, but he said he's been in this trench for about a month.

He doesn't even remember what day today is. Though he's just sleeping there right now, perhaps I'll wake him up once Sergeant told me to pass my night-shift to him. I really won't bother him in his peaceful state. Oh! I forgot to introduce you to my superior. Her name is Grant Melissa, she's an ethnic Gardanian.

I wonder why they assign her into our battalion? I mean... The officials didn't form the Women's Corps for no reason though. Well, their ranks are still equivalent to us, so... There's not much difference between corps. Unless we're talking about Marines though.

But, really... I shouldn't really mind wasting my inks explaining the rank structures, it's complex! Hold on... Where am I again? Oh right! Introducing my comrades. So, I have two friends I have been fighting alongside with, one is rather clumsy, and he's quite annoying that he always beg to be brought back home.

His name is Alex Yvrech, ethnic Vanian, just like me, and then I have the suicidal one as I mentioned before, his name is Grotny Valeri, same ethinicities as me too. He's assigned in the regular foot infantry battalion, sometimes he's just either watching me doing my stuff, or just wait until Sergeant scream her orders at him. He told me about many things, how much he doesn't want to live his next day, with just constant shellings awaiting his next days.