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Entry 1-3/15/2056
Second Lieutenant Erich Foundry Combat Log-Entry One
The fifteenth of March...I've just been dispatched from the academy into the 16th Forward Battalion. I am under Major Johnson and Captain Hendricks, two of the most veteran officers in our sector. For three years now I have been stationed at the academy, and at least a year since my last reprieve. I worry about the family and Brooke back at Port Damos, and whether or not the birth of our son went well. I know I could not stay, even if it was for my first son's birth...the draft was in full swing, with my training I could not stand to be recruited as a grunt. Applying for the military academy in the Derinald Sector seemed my only option. I still remember the day I left, Brooke was sick with despair and John had to hold her while keeping mother sane. Sometimes I wonder whether it was the right decision. I have enclosed the video footage of my arrival at Derinald Sector Base, 16th Battalion Barracks.
~Please stand by...Please stand by...~
"Foundry!" A balding man with a ragged beard, recently shaved, stood in front of the many arriving soldiers and officers. Erich looked up at him quickly and saluted.
"Sir!" The man walked up to him with another, shorter man, at his side. He looked Erich up and down, he was of medium height, a messy head of brown hair, and brooding dark brown eyes. He grimaced and spat onto the sandy ground the stood on, and were surrounded by.
"You are bunking in room seven with Private Yowel..." He gestured to the small man next to him. Despite his size, his eyes were cold and set in stone with a hazy blue tone. His cropped hair was blond and he frowned at Erich.
"Sir, welcome to the Desert Tigers." He saluted and his eyes seemed to smile. At this the taller man frowned, he muttered as he walked off.
"You grunts.....always with the nicknames..." Both the men looked after him for a moment and then turned back to each other. Yowel smiled at him and held out a hand.
"The name's Torn..." Erich shook his hand and then nodded.
"Erich..." Torn nodded back and gestured to follow him. They walked off, a lot of soldiers passed them as they walked. They passed a shooting range and the metallic bangs and cracks rang in their heads. Torn seemed to wince with every shot until they were inside a dusty, sand colored building. Walking down the halls Erich looked into each room, most were empty, but some had sleeping men and some the occasional person up and entertaining themselves with something. After awhile Torn stopped and Erich followed suit. He nodded and opened the door in front of them.
"Home sweet home friend." He laughed and walked inside the small room, he began to point to things. "Here's our living room, comfortably fit with a desk and three feet on each side to move about. Over here we have our bedroom, bunk beds to save space. Luckily, you've got top since you're the newer guy and an officer." He said the last word with some scorn but shook it off and gestured to the rest of the room. "This will be your home for all the time you spend on base, and me, I'm your family." He laughed again and took Erich's bag, emptying it out in a drawer next to the bed. Erich tried to object but Torn looked back at him. "This is how we live....get used to it." After that he tugged at his uniform and walked out. "You're free until dinner, be at the mess hall then...lucky..." Erich sighed and sat down in one of the two chairs in the room.
"...I can see this will be pleasant..."
~Transmission terminated~
 Adanoi · Mon Mar 26, 2007 @ 08:33pm · 0 Comments |
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