1916: December 21st 5:41 AM. Inside the British trenches, Right on the border to No man's land, was a Man named Edward Smith, a 17 year old man that had lied about his age to go into Service, he was a man known not only for his Marksmanship, but also his bravery under pressure as his Community has mentioned. Edward knew that the Western front was not Pretty, as his Brother wrote to him in the First two Years of the war, Before he was Killed by Machine Fodder, in a Charge with the Goal of Capturing more Ground. But when Edward Arrived on the Western Front, it was a lot worse than he imagined, Edward saw Men injured and killed, the earth was scorched, Enemy bodies filled with bullet holes and trapped in barbed wire with Allied soldiers executing them, as they were stuck in the barbed wire with no hope of escaping, the smell of Blood was everywhere, as well as the smell of Burnt Gunpowder from the raid that happened just 14 hours prior to Edward arriving on the Western Front, the smell of Dead Bodies was potent, the feeling of deep mud from poorly made trenches was annoying but he tried his best to ignore it, Edward had to keep his head down, as he had gotten word of a Sniper Located in the Heart of No Man's Land, Edward heard the screams of a Poor Chap who got shot in the shoulder by the Enemy Sniper, he would be the first of many to be Wounded/Killed by the Enemy Sniper and their Rifle.