Shouldn't have craved for action. A few hours ago, we got orders to get our gears ready, we're now out on a patrol, walking on the middle of the highway. Last time I counted, we were 35 men in this platoon. Probably one of the least useful company in this whole war.
Now I miss my mates, who are back home playing "action" games in the arcade. I can hear the distant guns firing and the occasional explosions. "EYES FRONT, YOU DOGS" our squad leaders are continuously yelling at us to not lose focus.
ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˢᵗˡⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵇʸ ᵐʸ ᵉᵃʳ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶠᵃʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵐᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵃⁱⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉʷᵃˡᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸ.
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