[ WP ] You are a combat medic during WWI , separated from your squad and far behind enemy lines you steal the clothes and weapons off a German soldier and start your journey back to the ally front .

I awoke lying in a pool of mud and blood. Blood, that which I soon realized; belonged to my fallen comrades. Alexia, Vesimov, and Ilia's lifeless expressions, mere feet away, ensured this. My left arm pained me, but this was nothing new. 
 
 My first instinct was to grab my rifle and continue to push west into the setting sun, in hopes to catch another division and continue my battle. That is when I heard the sound of morter fire and gun shots come from the opposite direction. 
 
 `` We're loosing the line'', I hollered. 
 Still in my animal state of war, I had no time to sympathize for my fallen brothers. 
 
 As I bolted east, thoughts of coming up behind the german line and slaughtering the pigs with ease, raced through my mind. 
 Sanity managed to slip through my clouded mess of a state, `` how many lives can I take before mine is taken itself, and will it be worth it?'' 
 
 Suddenly I tripped over a lifeless body. As I got up, I noticed that the body was that of German `` soldier'', a high ranking one at that. 
 Knowing that my 6 O'clock ambush was doomed from the start, I figured that going undercover could add to my kill count. 
 
 I switched into the Germans attire, grabbed his rifle, and also his persona, as well as any Russian could. 
 
 As I neared the rear of the German front I heard their screams of war, sounding like Russian with some flem and hate mixed in a blender. 
 I was yards away from the German's dig in, it apeared both sides were at a stand still, a stalemate. 
 
 I began charging toward the first German in my sights, silently as one could, of course. 
 I was not but 10 yards from putting my bayonet between one of the swine's vertabrate, when suddenly, a young German at my 3 O'clock position spotted me. 
 To my surprise he let out a bawl of excitement, `` Kapitan'' which was unmistakable to even the most untrained ear. I however was somewhat famirilar with the dogish tongue, due do many travels. 
 
 I slid into the bank, rather than peircing the Germans backside. I thought my best chance to end lives had not come yet. I peered over the ridge to see how far my fellow soldiers had been pushed back; not a hundred yards. 
 
 The soldier, who I was formally going to kill, nudged me on the shoulder and said: `` Who shall we send to meet they're scout? It is time to gather our dead and wounded.'' I roughly translated. 
 
 This still being a common practice in the first year of the war, before the reality and brutality of what we were doing, set in. 
 
 In response, and in fear of blowing my cover, I pointed my thumb to my chest and voluntereed myself. 
 
 `` I'll come with, Sir.'' voiced the would-be dead German. 
 I replied only with a nod. 
 
 A waving hand popped up from the opposing trench, I signaled back, hopped up onto the edge of No-mans-land, and gestured to the young German to lead. 
 
 As we neared my fellow russaian comrade, whom was of all things; a teenage friend of mine from Tilfis. Our eyes met, his wider than the pocket watch in my coat. I gestured with a sort of `` remain calm look.'' 
 But it was to late, the crazed look of my comrade caught the suspiscions of the German soldier. 
 
 He turned around to look at me, only to be greeted by the edge of bayonet inches from his nose. 
 
 I could n't kill him now, not during the ceasefire, it was n't right and I knew it. 
 `` Turn back to your men now.'' I calmy uttered in my best German. 
 
 The German, immedietly hearing my true tongue, raised his weapon in attack. 
 I drew to the left and raised my bayonet deep through his intestine, and through some form of bone. The blade portuded out his back. 
 
 Bullets begin wizzing by mine and Yuri's heads. We bolted the 50 odd yards and dived into the entrenchment. 
 
 I was back. 
 
 `` Loseb! It's terrible to see you here, but great to see you in general my friend!'' Said Yuri. 
 He questioned me: `` How are you here? I mean; with your arm and all.'' 
 
 `` If there is a will, there is a way, comrade! You know this Yuri.'' I responded with a cheeky smirk. 
 
 Just then the Captain of Yuri's division walked up and howled: `` What are you doing in that attrocious atire, and who are you!?'' 
 
 I replied: `` I fell behind enemy lines, Sir. It was my only oppurtiny to make it back. The name is Stalin, Private Stalin.''
