It's a long way to Tipperary and you're in a shell crater with the last of your division 

There is something truly insane about the juxtaposition of these joyful popular songs and the bloody slaughter of an entire generation of young men in the trenches.

Somebody started setting off fireworks as I was listening to this and I got real confused why the sound didn't stop when the video stopped lol

army high ranks: there is no such thing as a ptsd, you’re just lousy soldiers

Plot twist: the music is in the head of a soldier that has gone insane

"what's the use of worrying" *Man screaming in pain*

“Never-mind her lad, its safer in the trenches.”

This sounds like the sounds of someone desperately tryina cling onto their sanity by any means necessary (and pretending they’re somewhere else to do so)

POV: You have to pull your childhood friends body out of the way to continue the charge

Well too be fair there is no use in worrying if there is no way you're going to make it home.

"Trooper where is the rest of your regiment?" "I'm the last one left." I made this up but i'm sure someone said this...

Wait for the war to be over by Christmas. *Wait for the war to be over by Christmas.* *W A I T F O R T H E W A R T O B E O V E R B Y C H R I S T M A S*

The William Tell Overture, but it's the Battle of Balaclava and your orders got mixed up.

Oh god the memories are coming back to me...

WE’ll BE BACK HOME BY CHRISTMAS BOYS!

"Be back by Christmas, they said. Two sodding Christmases have past since then. It's Christmas, 1916, no end in bloody sight."

I died in hell, They called it "The Battle Of Somme"

Perfect

Johnny doesn't come Marching home, and the sweet Girl in Tipperary will wait for ever... Brave soldier boy, please come marching home.

Hell truly is nothing but mud

and all of the sudden, a tank division arriives and helps u

When artillery only goes overboard

The western front of the first world war was a meat grinder with hundreds of thousands of men sent to their deaths for literally nothing. From The Somme to Verdun to the Kindermord it was a bloodbath and a stalemate.

Really sad to think about how many people this affected and how the world just kept moving on. In High school we had a plaque on the wall for people who had attended our school and died in various wars from the early 1900’s onwards. We learnt about a lot of the former students who served in WW1. Many of them wiped out in the first wave of the Somme. The saddest one was a guy who had attended our school and his brother had been killed in 1914 so he enlisted wanting vengeance and went over the top with his friend in the first wave of the Somme and that was the last time anyone saw him. Then I did my own family history and found so many relatives who served, two of my great great grandads served during the war. One in the raf in southern England away from combat and the other had been a professional soldier since 1904 but was discharged due to a health condition in 1915 before being shipped to France luckily. But I found so many great X3 uncles who fought in this war. Some died from artillery from what I could find, some made it home, one fought at the Somme and Ypres and came home but had to have 15 operations on his legs due to wounds and was bow legged the remainder of his life and another had gone to Canada in hopes of a new life and had enlisted to the Canadian infantry and went missing during passchaendale and was never found. That’s just my family, there’s countless more stories too and all it led to was another war

Funny how I just recently played Verdun and get in this situation

"Where the hell are the bloody reinforcements!?" "Well, sir, they seem to be napping" "Napping? Where are they, wake those damn lads up!" "Well, most of them are covered up and can't be woken" "what the hell with? Some lad's sharing a home knitted blanket?" "No sir, if you see through the periscope they don't have so much a blanket as a pile of wet mud" *looks at the field* "Ah... Bollocks..." - A conversation between a British sergeant and Lieutenant, Somme 1916

pov: your sergeant just got his forehead penetrated by a german sniper from the enemy trench and your the new leader because the other adults either got blown up by a howitzer shell or shot to death

Pov, your commanding officer pulled your pants down in front of the battalion.

The men who died in these conditions and went to hell were probably relieved

This makes rotting in a snow caked hellhole a few miles west of Stalingrad look pretty decent.

Your in a Fox hole in France whilst your country fights for independence in Tipperary from the army you joined.

The world ended in 1914…..

The boys and I defending the statues of Queen Victoria and Queen Elizabeth II in Canada

People before battlefield existed:yo a game about ww1 would be os boring People who where in ww1:

These battlefields were so bloody and stationnary that most soldiers remembered them by their smell. You could smell the scent of death and rotting corpses from a hundred kilometers away.

I like how you have a modern recording instead of a period version

When your playing beyond the wire and holding out by yourself and the lads arrive right on time

POV: you're the 5th infantry battalion moving in to support artillery in the devil's anvil

The more I look and listen the more disturbing it is.

like to mention that french and german divisions in the battle of verdun would dissapear within hours of fighting, scattered with their last regrets was to fight in a slaughterhouse, wars are commonly romanticized and its kinda disgusting how people dont care

As a man from Tipperary I can tell you it is quite a long way to go

ALL THE BF1 SOUND EFFECTS

People, y'all need to listen to 1914 band, it's blackened doom death metal about the Great War

“Where’s the rest of the platoon?” The sergeant asked. “You’ll find them up there sir, hanging up on the old barbed wire.”

Torche🇬🇧 ancestors during Battle of Passchendale.

im scarred, great vid.

Amazing

This is madness

Carton de Wiart: "This is fine"

For king and country

Farewell of Slavianka but you're in the battle of Tannenburg.

"We moved 10 metres, but at what cost?" - Leftenant *Wario*

“There’s 800 men in my unit, sir.” “Then why the hell aren’t you fighting harder?!” “...The morning after the assault, I counted 35.”

This is what true depression feels like

Mmm...BF1 ASMR

POV: your company leader had his head blown off by a sniper and you are now being led by a 16yo corporal

I think there was a battalion in the somme that had 800 men, by the next morning only 68 showed up for role call

"Who would've noticed another mad man around here?"

"I died in Hell. They called it Passchendaele."

Alright lads!..... OVER THE TOP!

"War gave young men a sense of purpose and brotherhood" War:

"please don't take me up there anymore sir i can't handle it, please sergeant" "dad the war's over"

“Where is everyone?” “Right there, sir” “Are they cowards, tell them to get up” “They are quite brave, sir, but the problem is they’re dead” “Where are the reinforcements” “Dead, sir” “Who is alive” “You”

"why are you men lying down? are you all bloody cowards?" asked the Lieutenant. The Platoon Sargent ,Groaning with a broken Shoulder, said "They're brave enough Sir, but their all fucking dead" -Poorly Paraphrased from Martin Gilberts book The First World War

*whistles blow* "Good luck, everyone."

“Just blow your nose, dry your tears, we’ll all be back in a few short years.”

"I felt then, as I feel now, that the politicians who sent us to war should have been given the guns and told to settle their differences themselves, rather than organizing nothing better than legalized mass murder." - Harry Patch (1898-2009), last surviving combat veteran of WW1

POV: You just witnessing your teammates get fragged by a 220mm round in Verdun

WW1 and it's consequences have been a disaster for the human race.

WWII may be more bloody, but WWI is much more disturbing.

"Private Hugh McWhirther mounted no gallant attack. He uttered no brave last words. He had simply been standing, deafened by the screech and explosion of artillery- a terrified boy in an ill fitting uniform in a Frontline trench near the ridge of Karakol dogh. Then, out of nowhere he had been blasted to red bits of khaki and flesh by a Turkish shell. Suddenly he was gone, and those beside him in the shallow firing trench were stunned. Sprayed by bits of shrapnel, dirt, and intestine they knew just as suddenly what this was was going too be about" - Hugh McFarlane on the first newfoundlander too die in The Great War

Joyfully depressing. Stellar work.

"For God's sake where are the bloody reinforcements" "Sir... we're the reinforcements sir" "What?" "We are supposed to relief the previous division sir" "And where are those bastards?" "Scattered in pieces all over the battlefield....sir"

Do one for "I wanna be in the Cavalry"

One of my Great Grandfathers fought in the First World War, he was responsibly for supplying the front trenches until he was resting and an artillery shell landed in front of him. Both of his horses were killed immediately, he received 40 shrapnel wounds of which one would’ve pierced his heart if it weren’t for his pocket book. He left that field without an eye, leg and good chunk of his chin along with 30 other wounds. In his words ‘I stood up, walked two feet and fell like a wet sack’, he went on to survive his injuries miraculously and lived a long life.

It’s funny that I can recognise the sounds in the background from Bf1 I think I can hear a selbslader at some point

"These days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our head shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the front behind us:- against whom? Against whom?" Erich Maria Remarque

actually on the HMS Tipperary, where 150 of its 197 crew was killed in wwi, the survivors were found when search ships heard them singing "It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

To enhance the immersion you should lower the quality of the music, maybe find an old radio or record or gramophone recording, and mess with the reverb. Pretty good tho

When you, an Indian man, are sent to Ypres in Belgium to fight the Germans because a Serbian man shot the Austrian Archduke. 👁 👄 👁

As a great man once said "The Young and naïve are sent to their deaths by the old and bitter"

I would like to point out how great this comments section is by god

"My father said I would be as an honorable crusader of the modern age, but now I think about it. Did the knights of Richard the Lionheart feel like this? Did they listen to the fever gripped cries of their childhood friends' in their diseased death throes, as they sat in a dank, muddy trench? Did they have to look at the enemy as they bled out, only to see a face that was barely more than a boy. What is this nightmare? Could this be war, that thing which old, drunken men speak so fondly of, as if it were a game?" RU-vid comment section fiction.

"My whole damned division believed in the glory of England so much, that - without orders - they marched halfway across Europe and into no man's land just to find that glory. And when we got there... all we found was mud, and blood."

"He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why"-Glen Cook

the cinema owner: are you still watching? Someone's son:

A runner would enter the General's command post "Sir! The east flank has fallen!" "The right flank?" "It has fallen aswell sir! The center has fallen too!" "But arent we the center?" "Aye sir, I came to say my prayers."

POV : Some british genius told you to walk slowly towards the german machineguns because they thought it would make you harder to hit, and now you hide as most of the british professional army is getting slaughtered mercilessly.

65k views? This is getting truly rhombus at this point.

My grandfather would whistle this song in his old rocking chair come every may.. many memories but few he shared with me

"We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war." - Chapter 5 of All Quiet On The Western Front

Imagine living an amazing life, full of happiness, then get drafted to WW1. You, a British soldier, are at the Somme as your first day on the front. The Second the commander blows his whistle, you charge up over the Trench and are instantly shot down and killed.

a family member of mine that served in wwi died in october... on 1918... less then 20 days before the war ended

my great grandad was in this war in the elite cameron highlanders regiment of scotland. truly hardcore blokes with a reputation of being fearless my great grandad however had a reputation for being the most ruthless and unforgiving parent to his children. my grandfather hated him and remembered the beatings he got daily. he still gave me the medals and cameron hat badge my great grandad earned in that war. tldr: war bad

"Sir, Sir, we have advanced 100 metres" "Very good, casualty report?" "Don't think you want to know sir"

* Drinks gasoline tasting tea brewed from machine gun cooling jacket.

Meanwhile german ww1 songs: "A red flower might stand lonely in the forest , but I'll be dead soon..." (roughly translated)

“To redraw lines on a map, the blood of soldiers must be the ink”

"Fate decides whats going to happen after that whistle."

“You can't win because of the guns," said Adam with a sigh. "Machine guns, mortars, field guns, howitzers: it doesn't matter how much courage soldiers have, how much will; flesh and blood can't pass through bullets and shells, or at least not in sufficient numbers to have any effect. The guns win in the end and they always will. Not us, not the Germans - the guns.” - No Man’s land by Simon Tolkien.

"So sir, what's the strategy to take out that machine gun nest? Are we gonna flank them? Call in an artillery strike? Or perhaps some mustard gas should do the trick!" "Well Corporal I can sum up our plan in one sentence: They cant stop all of us." Edit: Narrator: "As it turns out they could, in fact, stop all of them."