Before Heroes and Generals WWII entered my life, everything felt… hollow. The days blurred into one another—lifeless, uneventful, empty. I was just another soul adrift in a sea of monotony, seeking something to anchor me, something that would make my heart beat a little faster, something to feel.

And then, I found it.

Heroes and Generals WWII wasn’t just a game—it was a revelation. A digital battlefield, yes, but also a place where I discovered parts of myself I never knew existed. There was something transcendental about those first few matches—the thunder of distant artillery, the chaotic harmony of coordinated assaults, the bond of brotherhood between strangers who became comrades. It was more than pixels and mechanics. It was freedom.

This game touched my soul. It gave me purpose in a world that often made no sense. I spent countless sleepless nights not because I had to, but because I needed to. Each battle was a story. Each capture point, a memory. Each defeat, a lesson. I forged friendships. I discovered resilience. I laughed, I raged, I felt alive.

But then—without mercy, without warning—the developers turned their backs on us. They stripped it from my hands, piece by piece, until what remained was a hollow shell of what once was. It wasn’t just a game update. It was a betrayal.

The servers remained, sure, but the soul of the game—the one that had made my heart sing—was gone. And with it, something inside me withered.

Now, the sun no longer shines quite the same way. The battlefield is silent. The camaraderie is scattered. The nights are sleepless still, but for a different reason. I wander through other games, other worlds, but none carry the weight, the glory, the soul of Heroes and Generals WWII.

They took it away from us.
And they took a part of me with it.

Rest in peace, my old friend. You will never be forgotten.

I just found out they shutdown, I have fun playing this game, took me 3yrs to finally play again only to know they close, RIP my favorite game ever.

Not for me