Eventually, fog will build, and through it, you will see thousands of men charging to their death of machine gun fire. At this point, look at the man you were with. He will nod, and a stray round will rip into him, mimicking his death almost 100 years ago. He is the Dough Boy, the lost soul of the Great War, and he guards the field forever more, helping lone wanderers find the way out of the forest, but not before reminding them the price of their life in this modern era.