John quickly made his way through the gray corridors to the hangar, identified his platoon's pelican, and got in. He saluted to the sergeant, cleared his throat, and said, "Lance Corporal John Hart reporting for duty, sir. Honor to work with you, sir." Without waiting for a response, he sat and strapped himself in. He looked up when a Private First Class asked, "Ever killed a Covie bastard?"
John sat for a minute, then replied, "No. I got promoted to Lance Corporal due to my dashing appearance and brilliant wit. I can't actually fire a gun and I go crying to mommy when people scream at me." He chuckled, grimly, waiting for the inevitable shock as the pelican disengaged its docking clamps.
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