Private Ruarc [NI-1]. HoD Awaits You.

       Borrada touched the young man: a country boy by his accent. “Get up Private Ruarc.”
      “I can’t sir. On account of me only having one leg, like.”
      “You’re a bit green for an NI-1 operative. Here, crutch yourself ahoist.”
      Ruarc stood, disintegrating in his fevered infection. “I’d salute sir, if you wished. And you’ll excuse my manners if I fall down sir.”
      “What happened here?” said Borrada, indicating the fires. “Interpret for me.”
      “I don’t know sir. Our Lieutenant went AWOL pre-mission and got replaced. That’s what started it, if you ask me. The new fella brought us here. I can’t even see him among these corpses. We were dropped here with assurances and promises. Fougasse mines I think. First one went; then they all went. We tried to put each other out sir, but this stuff, I swear it won’t extinguish. I can’t believe the whole platoon are dead; except me.”

[the above is an excerpt from Into Kotaom]

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