Was I at Hallaban you ask? Wish I could tell you I wasn’t. That I was basking on a beach somewhere like the son of one of those rich assholes who demanded patriotism from everyone else but secured medical dischargements for their golden offspring.

I was there. I was part of an ill-equipped rifle regiment. We exited the landing pods in our barely functional chromian envirosuits and got slaughtered by the Orkian A1 Mechs.

We didn’t stand a chance.