In the shadows of the battlefield, where silence reigns, Stands the figure of a soldier, bound by unseen chains. His face, a mask of youth, yet burdened with despair, A silent witness to the horrors that he's forced to bear. Through tear-stained eyes, he gazes at the sky above, A canvas painted with the echoes of lost love. Each star a reminder of the dreams he once held dear, Now shattered like glass in the chaos of war's fierce veneer. In the quiet moments, when the gunfire fades away, He grapples with the questions that haunt him night and day. Who is he fighting for? What is he fighting for? In the fog of war, the answers seem to blur. His comrades, fallen like leaves upon the ground, Their voices silenced, their stories left unsound. He carries their memories like a weight upon his soul, A burden that no one can ever truly console. And as he marches on, through the darkness of the night, He wonders if he'll ever see the morning light. For he is but a pawn in a game he cannot win, A lost soul in a world consumed by sin. So let us mourn for the unknown soldier, lost and alone, In the vast expanse of war's relentless drone. For in his sacrifice, we find a sorrow deep and true, A reminder of the cost of the freedoms that we pursue.

My grandfather William was born in 1887. WW1 from Isonzo to Piave, Alpini Fiamme Verdi. He runned on many battlefields through first wave bayonet assaults. He was a survivor. Rip. MV

Before the war, we see everyone we love. After the war, everyone we love tries to recognize us in the row of the dead. "War never changes."

I actually think the low quality helps sell the message

That’s great edit this is my favorite movie

little did he know that the uniform he got, was from an already dead soldier...

Its nice. Quality still

Sorry for the ify quality

Its good edit but wrong title of moive is (all quiet on the eastern front)

What song?

What is that show oh my God

Музыку пожалуйста.

ich mag züge