A battle-weary soldier and his squad believe their mission is over as extraction helicopters arrive, until an RPG tears through the sky, turning hope to fire and twisted metal. Forced back into the fight, they race through enemy fire, where the line between saviour and survivor blurs. Amidst the smoke and gunfire, every choice carries the weight of lives lost and the ghosts of war that will never fade.

The ambition of one man helped slowly destroy civilisation as we know it.

Fully 9 feet tall, the bipedal humanoid was grotesque, its blue mottled flesh covered head to toe in a strange carapace armour, 4 huge bulging arms wielding a baroque weapon that spat blue death at the soldiers outside the wall.

Growing up is one thing, but knowing you are being trained for the purpose of war is not something you would want as a teenager, and when you know you're not good enough unless the prophesied legendary Guardian Of Sorcery is found to win the war for you it really adds to the pressure.

We flew to Vietnam on January 10, 1968.

On the 13^th of June 1944, just one week following the successful invasion of the Normandy beach landings, the Third Reich unleashes the first of their terrifying Vengeance weapons. The V1 flying a bomb.