More and more immigrant or refugee soldiers, they're like expendables being thrown onto the battlefield.
But before he could form any opinion or reaction to that, the company called him over.
Once he stepped into the company tent, he found all the company's cadre and officers were there, all looking bewildered, nobody knowing what was going on.
For a while everyone had their own guesses; someone even asked if it was a rotation, if they were being pulled back to the rear to rest up a bit.
That was the most popular guess. Even though the front wasn't short on supplies and there was always enough alcohol, it had gone on for so long—from sheer terror of death to numbness—they needed to relax.
A few of them huddled together smoking, fantasizing about what they'd do if they could get back to the rear.
They'd already heard the Federation Military had asked the Slade side to set up a military brothel, and that it had already been established; some of them wanted to go try it.
