It was a cold day in France. The rain was beating down something harsh, the enemies had an advantageous position, and we had one mission: get to the top of the hill. The problem was, for the most part, we were in a wide open valley with very little cover, and the enemies already occupied the few higher altitude positions there were.
As the level progressed, we learned very quickly that our armored troop carrier brought us into this mess, and by god, it was going to help us get out of it too. Since there was hardly any cover at all, the way to survive was by sticking close to the vehicle, peeking out to pick off enemies as we progressed. We had to lurch all around that rolling armor too, because the enemies were everywhere. It was intense, loud and ironically beautiful. Death be not proud, sure, but at least it's all very pretty.
