Balalika hopped out of the back of the truck having slept a bit while she was inside it,her BAR was slung over her left shoulder loaded but on safety she didn't want to shoot any of these guys or herself for that matter.She helped unloading the heavy boxes of ammunition from the truck,stacking them where they needed to be.She carried several hundred more rounds for her own weapon,which was despite her strength fairly burdening.Balalika looked at the Korpral and nodded at him taking the spool of wire spooling it across the area,until she reached the Platoon CP.Where she staked the wire into then ground,pulling at it a bit to inspect its tightness finding it to her satisfaction.She hurried back down the line her under staffed squad was assigned to,and set her LMG down trading it for a shovel.She began helping Amsel to dig the shallow hole they would be calling home for however long they were assigned as she dug she opened her mouth to speak to him figuring she may as well get to know her squad mates the men she would be trusting with her life and vice versa.

She spoke in a accent that would be known as Russian her voice was typical of women which was softer toned less deep but not girly or high pitched "My names Balalika,nice to share this hole in the ground with you." she said as she looked towards Amsel shoveling dirt from the ground chuckling a bit.She had also taken her uniform shirt off leaving her in a dark green tank top looking shirt,which she often used back home during work in the hotter seasons.

Balalika's mind went back to her new squad members,she noted that several of them didn't seem at all happy to be here.Not that she was particularly giddy about a war and death,but she was happy enough knowing she could defend her country and prove her town wrong.She was quickly thrown from her thoughts as the sound of engines filled her ears, heavy engines belonging to something large.She dropped the shovel and pulled her uniform shirt on inside the shallow hole she was previously helping to dig she didn't bother with the buttons on the shirt.She snatched up her BAR setting the LMG out on its bipod digging it somewhat into the ground to keep it grounded in for added stability.Even though she could easily stand and fire the gun,the weapon was loaded and ready to fire.Her finger laying softly on the trigger but not enough to make it fire,she lined her sights up as the half track rumbled and continued on its path forwards.She would wait and hold her fire until orders were given otherwise,and a valid target would present itself.With the vehicles armor she knew her LMG wouldn't do much more then dent the lumbering vehicle and waste ammunition.