The Moon's Iron cross

After a while of getting used to my new body, I found my way out of the woods and found a dirt road. I found that I could use what I found to be a horn to levitate objects. My rifle was pointed down to the road but high enough that if a threat arises I could defend myself.

I still had my watch and according to it was the middle of the day. It was, for some reason warmer than it should be on the Eastern front. I took off some of my layers and packed them away in the backpack I still had.

After hours of walking, I finally came across an abandoned castle the walls covered with moss and riddled with holes. There must have been a battle here. I couldn't see any bodies or shells, or guns.

It started to get dark so I decided to rest here for the night. I found what seemed to be a bedroom and bed. I rested my rifle by the side of the bed and pistole under the pillow. I pulled my gas mask out to put on just in case of a gas attack, but I found that it too had changed to fit my new face.
I put it on and lay down. The sound of my breathing echoed throughout the room as I drifted off to sleep.

(Flashback) I was marching with my friends down to the roads of Berlin, Germany. Our uniforms clean, our rifles polished, and helmets gleaming. We were chanting the anthem of our great nation.

German army: "Heil dir im Siegerkranz, Herrscher des Vaterlands! Heil, Kaiser, dir! Fühl in des Thrones Glanz Die hohe Wonne ganz, Liebling des Volks zu sein! Heil Kaiser, dir!" (Hail to thee in the victor's Crown, Ruler of the fatherland! Hail to thee, emperor Feel the splendor of the throne Filled with the greatest joy to be the favorite of the people! Hail to thee, emperor!) We had joined the army to fight for our great Fatherland. (Flashback end)

I woke with a jerk. The castles wall echoed with the sounds of wolves. I grabbed my rifle and moved to the entryway.