I fantasize about dying in a WW1 trench
god i want so f**king much to die in a trench during world war one, to die with your comrades without even seeing any combat because you accidental stabbed yourself with your bayonet. I want to feel the dirt in my face as I slowly get trench foot and rub up against the other men when passing each other because of the cramped conditions. I want to feel the shame as I see the others go over the trench as brave country men while I rot in a mud hole. I get euphoric just by getting mud on myself.
F**k, my mom caught me rolling in the mud in my authentic WW1 German uniform, she sent me to my room and hasn't talked to me since. I hope my Mauser Karabiner 98A privileges dont get revoked.
