Saturday, February 25, 2006

The Novices

"We were parked in a perfect row, a habit developed from repetition, pride, and interdependence.

We were dirty and tired, our vehicles caked in mud. We worked in silence, some standing on top of the trucks breaking down weapons, others on the ground stowing gear or performing quick maintenance checks. We moved as one, a team built in training and forged in a combat environment. The only sounds were the clang of metal and movement."
Chapter: War


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