It's a clear spring morning in May 1919. The trenches are calm and quiet. The sun is shining, the mud is drying after the rain and there's a slight breeze of wind in the air but not the faintest trace of chlorine or mustard gas is travelling with it. If you try hard enough, you can even hear the birds sing, something you haven't heard in many years. Yes, that's true, it's so silent. The sound of endless artillery bombardments is gone.
You see soldiers coming out of the bunkers, emerging to the bright day. Nobody is carrying a gun or wearing a helmet. They look calm, some have tears in their eyes. Some have kneeled on the ground and are praying. It's very silent and peaceful. Then, suddenly, you see movement. A white bird, a dove, lands on a branch near the trench. It nods it's head and coos, then flies away, to bring it's message to another group of soldiers. Yes, finally, the war is over. You can go home.
After many years of boring and pointless fighting, French high command admits that there's no way to go further. Each square millimeter that is possible to claim has been claimed. It's over, a four-way draw between Austria-Hungary, France, Italy and Russia.
A Tyr-Pie
A Tri-Tyr
A Boh S A Mun H
A Sil S A Mun H
A War S Russian A Lvn H
F Gre H
A Ser H
A Mun H
F WMS-TYS
F Tun S F WMS-TYS
F GOL S F WMS-TYS
F NAf S F Tun H
A Mar S A Pie H
A Pie H
F Spa(sc)-WMS
A Bur-Mun
A Ruh S A Bur-Mun
F HEL S A Kie H
A Fin-Ber
A Kie S A Fin-Ber
F BAL C A Fin-Ber
F GOB C A Fin-Ber
F BAR S A StP H
A StP H
A Con H
F TYS H
F ION S F TYS H
F Rom S F TYS H
A Tus S Austrian A Tyr-Pie
A Ven S A Tus H
A Lvn S A Mos H
A Mos S A Lvn H
A Pru S A Ber H
A Ber S Austrian A Mun-Kie
Underlined orders fail.