During the last weeks of the war the 89th was deployed on a small green planet covered in mostly plains. Due to the battle of Earth, almost half of our forces were completely destroyed, because of this we were being flooded with rookies. This would be their first and greatest chance to prove themselves. Unlike most squads mine was mostly intact, receiving only one new recruit. As he stepped into our circle I could tell he was unsettled by our grimness. “Uhh, hello.” He said uncertainty. “So ahh, the name’s William Robs. But umm, most people just call me Ribbs.” “Ribbs eh?” I said as I slid off my position on a crate I was sitting on and pulled out my hand for a shake. He took it and gave it a unsteady shake. “Sergeant Robinson,” I said. At the still unsteady look he gave as he looked around at the others, hoping to lighten the mood a little (wouldn’t want the rookie to get too unsettled) I grinned under my balaclava. “I ... grinned,” thought as I realized the weight of what had just happened. When was the last time I grinned, not to mention laughing. This war had us so caught up that it was almost like we forgot to be human. “So ahhh what’s the plan?” He said, still unsettled but more relaxed at the sight of a friendly face. “We have no plan, usually don’t only our objective.” I replied sitting back down. “Now listen here,” I said as I waved my hand at my squad and started introducing them. “That there's Catn-” “Hey I told you not to call me that! Yeah, yeah anyways,” I continued. “Catnip, Deves, BBQ (real names Major but you wouldn’t want someone calling you that when the enemy’s nearby), Trailer, Fedrick.” I said pointing. “What about him?” “Him?” I replied, looking at a dark figure in the back of the circle. “No one knows, never talks, doesn’t show his face either. Deadly efficient though.” I said, slightly lowering my voice. Just then a gunshot rang through the air, and the first body hit the ground.