In the midst of all the brutality of World War I, you sit in a muddy trench and dread the officer's whistle. Beads of sweat form on your forehead as the nausea of the tank engine's fumes come over you. You nestle yourself in the bushes and peek through your scope, focusing on your prey. Bullets fly all around you as you swoop around other planes in a dogfight. You can decide when and where you fight, see your local recruitment office today!
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