the truth of interplanetary war

I have seen things in my time that would make anyones blood curdle. cause the strongest of men to shrink away in pure fear. the things i have done, the people I've seen. I am corporal stevens of the 51st squadron U.S marines, all my life ive been fighting, its all ive ever known all i was good at, but even that was taken from me. This is the story of my life, a trip not for the faint of heart, ill let you skip all the boring bits and fastforward you past my past and into the not quite present.

-not quite present-

"corporal stevens, you are to be stripped of your rank as well as your status and sent back to planet earth due to the fact you are now mentally unstable for the front line and are now in fact a liability to the marines." the old man behind the desk read off the piece of paper, betraying no emotion as he did so.
"yes,sir" i replied solemly, my voice almost catching. of course i was mentally unstable, i had just watched my friends die before me, they were like brothers but were slaughtered like dogs. At least i wasnt dead, that was the alternative, we thaught it was just a scout group of only three horde, but we were so wrong.

-1 day earlier-

The cigarette hung loosely from my mouth as i inhaled a large drag of smoke. As a soldier, lung cancer was the least of my worries. I swept my slightly overgrown hair out of my grey-blue eyes and let the cigarette fall to the cold, steel floor of the watch tower where i swiftly ground it out of my booted heel.
"three horde scouts around fifty clicks out" spoke Twitch, my blonde haired, blue eyed comrade spoke. he pulled a pair of binoculars up to his eyes and i did likewise. the high tech glasses locked on, almost automatically to the Hordes bio-signatures and zoomed in on them accordingly. The Horde are thing of your worst nightmares, there skin is a hard exo-skeleton, they stand at a minimum height of seven foot and a maximum of twelve, towering over the averaged heighted human. As well as that, worse than there insectoid mandibles and glowing red eyes, was the fact that they were almost impervious to ballistic weapons.
Twitch, gather the crew, were going Horde hunting" i spat with venom, every fiber in my body wanting to destroy every piece of the horde scum.

The crew, an informal name for the 51st, it consisted of four men, me, also known as "headhunter",, Twitch, the sniper, Sparky, the engineer and Tombstone, the machine gunner. We had been together through tough times and bad times, gun fights and mortar strikes and gunfights and had come up trumps every time. Except from this time, this time we were caught off guard and a routine take-out turned into a bloodbath

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.10.2011

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