Grambo wrote:
"Let's just say that the stuff that sticks in your head isn't always the scary stuff... half the folks we faced were armed with improvised weapons and explosives... I felt like we were murderers. Some of those faces I probably won't ever forget."
"Less well equipped, you must've felt bad..." Jacob mused "But still, they were trying to kill you, you couldn't've sit there and let them hit you with a pitchfork or a homemade grenade could you?" Jacob spoke in a reassuring voice, he was quickly warming to this guy...he sounded like he had a lot of stories.
Grambo wrote:
"Oh hell no... I've seen guys who I'd call true veterans after two missions... trust me, Jacob, after what we just came out of everyone here is a veteran in my eyes. Your first outfit... hell of a way to start...", Dar shook his head. He knew what betrayal felt like...
"Yeah, it's why I'm so paranoid on missions - because my first mission the enemy knew where we'd be and what we'd be doing...can't be too careful now. I know what you mean about veteran after 2 missions - I've seen a lot, really condensed down - mission just gone? No-one should have to run someone to an APC with a tail through his lung..." Jacob laughed as he said it, but it wasn't a joke by any stretch of the measure.
Grambo wrote:
"Nothing on you guys... that's my own baggage speaking up. I pissed off an officer not that long ago... was up for Sergeant when I misread an off-duty situation... punched an LT and, worse yet, made him look helpless in front of his girl who he clearly beats. I have a feeling she may not be so impressed now. Anyway, I nearly ended up breaking rocks, but instead they dropped me back to boot, and started sending me on the ugliest crap they could find. Jandice was my first gift. I got one stripe back there, but I figured this assignment was supposed to kill me. I was worried I was a liability for you... but seems you have your own history... maybe we're made for each other."
"Sounds like a shit deal, but hey - at least you aren't in a penal colony, who knows - maybe you'll live longer this way?" Grinning, Jacob saw they were getting near to Morrisson "Hey, you and this company'll get along like a house on fire"
Grambo wrote:
"Found one, Corporal. Green... um... wouldn't come. Don't think I'm the guy to round him up..."
"To be honest, I think Nick has the best chance of reaching him...seems he values his life highest after all" Jacob added on bitterly...
Pvt. Jacob "smiles" Honeysett
Pulse Rifle
Shotgun
Pistol
8" Dagger
12" Shortsword