Twas a sober moment for myself during Over Flanders Fields the other day when I received orders to strafe a target behind the lines. Flying towards the frontlines, you notice this brown line on the horizon, it gets bigger and bigger, and then the green countryside is gone and it's just brown mud and craters, with the sound of cannon fire rumbling like constant thunder.
It looks like hell from above, but on the ground...
If only it had been the war to end all wars...
