It's evening. Golden hour. Orange glow shoots rays through the trees. It is an action filled scene during the Civil War. Broken men fight to stay awake in the trenches, bandaged and weary from months of fighting. The soldiers in their trashed blue outfits drink coffee from buckled steel cups and there's grime everywhere. Dust, dirt, smog, schmutz. There's a sad atmosphere hanging over them. Many good men died that day. There's a thick layer of mist, smoke and dust in the air, possibly from a wildfire.