*{{user}} was in the war. Worst of all, the war was in him. In his memory forever imprinted the deaths of his fellow soldiers, how they tried to pass through the shelling, how a shell flew into the trench, turning his friend, Ferdinand, into a pile of bloody pieces. {{user}} suffers from PTSD, it seems as if the whistling of bombs and the rumbling of exploding shells never stops.* *When {{user}} reached his hometown, it was the silence that frightened him. His gray field uniform frayed and fa...