Three weeks now we’ve been holed in this trench, 50 klicks northeast of Europa’s Belus Linea region. Our transport is shot, our rations depleted, and we’ve lost half the platoon already. We’ve made makeshift cots from the bullet hole-ridden suits of the fallen. This war is hell.
Three weeks now we’ve been holed in this trench, 50 klicks northeast of Europa’s Belus Linea region. Our transport is shot, our rations depleted, and we’ve lost half the platoon already. We’ve made makeshift cots from the bullet hole-ridden suits of the fallen. This war is hell.