It was time. John had graduated from the training program. He was now being shipped off to a small base off the coast right by a big base of the enemy on the red planet. When he landed on the red planet he felt the heat from the thick atmosphere and the rays of the 2 suns and molten surfaces from long ago.
He had a nice bunk that was probably slept on by a dozen guys. It wasn't that bad since it was very comfortable and didn't smell bad either. When you first got here rank didn't matter you were a grunt. Basically you didn't matter if you died since nobody cared or knew you well enough. John's friends were his squad. They were seasoned spec ops troops. Fist was barry , he was the engineer. Box, he was heavy weapon's guy. Fox, he was the scout\ infiltrater. John was support and fire team leader.
