It's Raining In The Trenches During WW1 - War Ambience 

This brings back memories

this is really good, the explosions sound powerful yet far away and don't sound muffled enough that it sounds underwater, this is well done, congrats!

The perfect mixture of rain and distant canon blasts & gunfire. So relaxing... And melancholy.

You did a great job, the rain effects are top tier as well as your sound design. I appreciate the shoutout! Great work as always!

Can’t wait 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙌

bro you are the goat of youtube

Its very interesting that distant gunfire can be relaxing.

The trenches were a world of their own, a place where the very air seemed to hum with tension. The cold was a relentless force, pressing in on us from all sides, so sharp it felt like needles piercing our skin. The nights were the worst. The darkness was thick, almost suffocating, wrapping around us like a shroud. Every creak of wood, every rustle of fabric seemed amplified, making your heart pound in your chest as you strained to hear what might be out there, lurking just beyond the reach of the feeble light. The sounds were a constant assault on the senses-the distant thud of artillery, the high-pitched whistle of shells as they soared overhead, and the deep, guttural groan of the earth as it was torn apart by explosions. The wind carried with it strange, disembodied voices, as if the very land was whispering secrets, telling tales of the horrors it had witnessed. The ground beneath us was never still. It shifted and trembled, as if alive, reacting to the violence above. Every step was a struggle, the mud sucking at our boots, threatening to pull us down into the earth’s cold embrace. The trenches were a maze of shadows, where even the smallest movement could set your nerves on edge. The silence, when it came, was even worse-an oppressive void that made you aware of every heartbeat, every breath, waiting for the next sound to shatter it. In those moments of stillness, you could hear the soft patter of rain hitting the ground, the occasional crack of a twig, the distant murmur of voices carried on the wind-small, almost insignificant sounds that became magnified in the eerie quiet. The night seemed to stretch on forever, the hours marked only by the dim glow of a cigarette or the soft shuffle of feet in the dark. It was a place where time lost all meaning, where each minute felt like an eternity, and all you could do was wait, listening to the world around you, hoping that dawn would come before the silence was broken by something far more sinister.

Good for Reflex is 🎉❤

Drab, forsaken and sinistrous.

Bro can you please make one afternoon ambience of ww1? Please.........🤗

Hey sound illusion I just found your newest video how are you today? You doing good😊?

Any chance this could be made to three hours

Could I get 10min of this with maxim guns periodically?