My men are dead its just me but I must continue I hear the my position I ready my blaster rifle I wait count to three and pop out of cover sparying lasers all their lines I smell the smoke that rises I start taking fire but I am hit I smell my flesh burn I my chest and see a blacked mass of flesh I hide among my fallen brother and wait for the right moment when they are near I activate a thermal grenade and wait as it explodes I feel a sense of freedom I never had before.