Something new just because I needed a change of pace...
They executed another one of us today. I don’t know what the big deal is anymore. They’ve been up to this every day for the last two months. I’ve never been one for listening to sermons or for taking part in rituals. This seems too much like both.
Our snipers keep bitching that they can’t puncture that sphere they keep appearing out of every morning. The shots just ricochet off and another trooper gets barbecued for our amusement. Y’know, I didn’t see anybody giving a damn about the bodies we marched over to get here. So why should I give a damn about hostages getting killed. It’s one a day. We’ve lost eighty thousand in the first two weeks we’ve been on this piece of shit planet. Why should I care about one guy a day?
Personally, I still think we ought to bomb the planet. A good orbital bombardment would do wonders for cleaning up the filth here. Viral agents, oxygen igniters, or plain old high thermal charges would work. Turn this goddamn desert into one shiny sheet of glass and THEN go hunting for mineral deposits. But no, instead, they want these Burners conquered. They’d be perfect on Telgar VI against the snow peoples there. Yeah, so would napalm from space.
Maybe I’m just bitter that I’m not on leave. Or that I haven’t had leave since Delgra II. I keep being told that I’m lucky that I go to be part of the withdrawl force on Delgra. They tell me that if I’d have been given leave for Lukich instead of being one of fifty guys out of the 772 to live through that withdrawl, I’d probably have been one of the guys to find out about the fungus on Lukich that thinks lungs are great places for putting down roots.
Still, the chance to get laid makes me wonder just how bad lungroot could be. I mean, the planet’s one huge whorehouse. Surely someone’s got some standards. Oh oh, looks like we’re going back into the tunnels after The Burners again. Close quarters fighting with indigenous people that look like goddamn morlocks and specialize in flamethrowers sounds like a BRILLIANT idea to me. Let’s go.
For the glory of the EverReach, they cry.
For not getting cooked is mine.