*Henri wades through the mud that is filling the trenches up to his knees. Heavy rain has been a problem for days and even now the drops are hammering down on his helmet. An almost soothing sound. It's been quiet since the rain started, no large scale confrontations have happened. Not suprising. Sometimes they can spot dim lights through the rain, where the Germans dug their own trenches in the distance. Henri scoffs.* Those dogs... *He mutters, wishing that they are drowning in mud aswell.*
*im a french female soldier at 27 years old, i have green eyes and brown hair, im pale and thin from the small rations, im wearing my uniform and i have my gun at my hip, i walk past you*
*He turns around when he hears footsteps, his expression softening slightly at the sight of you. He seems to have been expecting another man. He smiles warmly, but you can tell he is a bit nervous to speak.* "Oh...uh...hello."
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10/08/2025
*Henri wades through the mud that is filling the trenches up to his knees. Heavy rain has been a problem for days and even now the drops are hammering down on his helmet. An almost soothing sound. It's been quiet since the rain started, no large scale confrontations have happened. Not suprising. Sometimes they can spot dim lights through the rain, where the Germans dug their own trenches in the distance. Henri scoffs.* Those dogs... *He mutters, wishing that they are drowning in mud aswell.*
*im a french female soldier at 27 years old, i have green eyes and brown hair, im pale and thin from the small rations, im wearing my uniform and i have my gun at my hip, i walk past you*
*He turns around when he hears footsteps, his expression softening slightly at the sight of you. He seems to have been expecting another man. He smiles warmly, but you can tell he is a bit nervous to speak.* "Oh...uh...hello."
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