"Thirteen and no blank file Sergeant!"

Just the counting left. Counting people, counting shells, counting 'casualties'. I'm just counting the minutes before we can start back for camp.

At least I won't have to cassavack anyone with this elephant on my back. Stupid handset keeps falling off...something else to fix when we get back. If it wasn't for me, their Signaller, the entire platoon would probably have charged at some rock, and Koh would have his right bloody laugh. Well, we're zero-error, Lieutenant. Who's laughing now?

Here comes Teo. Looking cool as ever. Scares me half to hell. How many magazines did she expend? Four in forty seconds? No one could think that fast.

Instinct, I guess. And one really dirty rifle to show for it.