Post by Feyd on Nov 9, 2009 16:07:30 GMT -5
North Africa, Former Zeon Mine RF-1
First time in a week I’ve had a good rest. I’m sitting in the shade along the sole remaining wall of a ruined building, bombed in our recent assault to take this place, cold beer in one hand, cold-cut sandwich in the other. I’ve wandered over hear for the quiet, to get away from the din of the mechanics and the screams of the injured.
A man never forgets the simple pleasures of life when he’s at war. I’ve had a shower, a good rest, a hot meal and now I sit around drinking a beer with nothing else to do. What else do I need? To think that once in my life I considered such a day as having been wasted.
It’s always a strange feeling when you’re between combat. You know that you survived the last battle but the next may be your last. Some guys don’t know how to handle it. They stay tensed up, always worrying, pestering the mechanics and whatnot as if that’ll fix their aircraft any faster. Can’t be too hard on ‘em, I guess I used to be like that. Don’t worry about it much now. Most chief mechanics, especially those on Medeas, know to put the most effort in to fixing the flight leader’s plane. That way both of us might get to survive the next engagement.
Me, I just try to relax. Get rid of some of the tension. Can’t do anything now so might as well enjoy my rest.
I’m kinda surprised we’ve made it this far, thought for sure that SOB Lieutenant would have gotten us all killed by now. Ferdinand or whatever his name is. Rumor is he’s royalty but he’s also one hell of a coward. Another glorious leader of the Federation. Must have some of the same luck I’ve got, I guess. Always going through hell but somehow make out alright. We’ll see how long that lasts for each of us.
Can’t say the same for the other fighter pilots. God, how many did we lose this week? Seems like every time we had to fight I was leading a different group of kids, didn’t even learn half their names. The Federation doesn’t care. If you can get the plane off the ground they’ll send you to fight. No wonder we lose half of them the first time they go up against a Dopp. If you’re gonna send ‘em to fight in an inferior aircraft you at least got to train ‘em. At least give them a chance.
But hell, what can I do about it? So I sit in the shade drinking a beer and eating a sandwich, doing nothing and enjoying every minute of it.
First time in a week I’ve had a good rest. I’m sitting in the shade along the sole remaining wall of a ruined building, bombed in our recent assault to take this place, cold beer in one hand, cold-cut sandwich in the other. I’ve wandered over hear for the quiet, to get away from the din of the mechanics and the screams of the injured.
A man never forgets the simple pleasures of life when he’s at war. I’ve had a shower, a good rest, a hot meal and now I sit around drinking a beer with nothing else to do. What else do I need? To think that once in my life I considered such a day as having been wasted.
It’s always a strange feeling when you’re between combat. You know that you survived the last battle but the next may be your last. Some guys don’t know how to handle it. They stay tensed up, always worrying, pestering the mechanics and whatnot as if that’ll fix their aircraft any faster. Can’t be too hard on ‘em, I guess I used to be like that. Don’t worry about it much now. Most chief mechanics, especially those on Medeas, know to put the most effort in to fixing the flight leader’s plane. That way both of us might get to survive the next engagement.
Me, I just try to relax. Get rid of some of the tension. Can’t do anything now so might as well enjoy my rest.
I’m kinda surprised we’ve made it this far, thought for sure that SOB Lieutenant would have gotten us all killed by now. Ferdinand or whatever his name is. Rumor is he’s royalty but he’s also one hell of a coward. Another glorious leader of the Federation. Must have some of the same luck I’ve got, I guess. Always going through hell but somehow make out alright. We’ll see how long that lasts for each of us.
Can’t say the same for the other fighter pilots. God, how many did we lose this week? Seems like every time we had to fight I was leading a different group of kids, didn’t even learn half their names. The Federation doesn’t care. If you can get the plane off the ground they’ll send you to fight. No wonder we lose half of them the first time they go up against a Dopp. If you’re gonna send ‘em to fight in an inferior aircraft you at least got to train ‘em. At least give them a chance.
But hell, what can I do about it? So I sit in the shade drinking a beer and eating a sandwich, doing nothing and enjoying every minute of it.
