Disclaimer: I own utterly nothing, neither the flak armour nor the lasguns. Only the idea and Marc, Dan and Jake.
Well I'm not a native speaker, so English is only the second language I learned and I'd like to get better with it. So if you find some grammar or spelling mistakes (or wrong placement of words) please tell me. And I'd also like to get a little review, whether you like the story =) But enough of the talk, let's go on =)
I had been so proud when I had enrolled myself in the Imperial Guard. I hadn't been alone when I did, nearly all of my friends did the same.
Since our childhood we had admired the guardsmen, they had always been our heroes. Brave and heroic. With their flak armour and their lasguns. Their helmets with the sign of the Imperial Guard. And I had enlisted, too.
I had thought, I'd become such a hero myself. Man, I had been wrong…
My father had even been prouder than me, beaming at me and laughing, clasping my shoulders and saying I'd be a great soldier, I'd surely make officer's rank or even become a war hero.
My mother hadn't been that optimistic. She had feared for my life, but I only smiled at her reassuring that I'd come back no matter what. I told her that Marc and Dan had enlisted as well, they had been my best friends, none had ever been able to separate us.
I can still remember how we sneaked into our neighbour's garden because our ball had landed in it and that old man had always been unfriendly, keeping everything to himself that landed in his garden. Wow, that got us into some trouble. But all three of us had gotten out quite well.
Old memories. Dan's dead by now. And I don't know what has become of Marc.
We all had gotten through training quite well and we had been more than fortunate to get in the same squad.
We had grinned at each other, when we had heard that. Same squad. Nothing could ever separate us. Not even enrolling to the Imperial Guard. That was, what we had thought then.
Today I know better. Enemies could separate us quite well…
Then the time of our first mission had come. Still we had been so proud, having no idea of what war really was like. We still thought of just going there shooting a bit and coming back as a hero, just like the ones of our childhood.
Emperor, we had been so damned stupid then.
I remember us lying in our beds talking about the mission to come. Joking about the arch-enemy and how they'd run from us, the mighty Dan, the great Marc and fearsome Jake, that'd be me.
The next day we had set out and we had looked good. Like the knight in shining armour you always get tales told about. We had had a smug smile in our faces, being overconfident that everything would surely be good and well in the end. That nothing could ever happen to us.
Never ever….
But then, then we had reached the battlefield.
Or better we had arrived behind the lines. It had been terrible. The screams of the wounded. The roars of tank-cannons in the distance. The smell of blood and disinfectant. However we hadn't even reached our true destination.
I had felt a lump in my throat rising.
If that was behind the lines, what would battlefield be like?
Where were the shining heroes of our childhood?
How could one survive that?
We had to go on. Out of the transporter that had brought us here, into the city in front of us. Well, actually the city had been a bit in the distance. We had to walk the rest of the way.
The nearer we had come the more my dread was rising. If it hadn't been because of the commissar's shouting and shooting, my feet wouldn't had moved. He had shouted of duty, and that the Emperor would always watch us. That we should fear him, but follow him.
We had reached the city. Odd, one little sentence can contain the death sentence of so many men.
I had nearly vomited because of fear. It had been more than simply terrible. When I had glanced at Dan and Marc, I had seen the same dread in their faces, that I was feeling. Holy Emperor protect us.
I think we all had thought that.
A/N: I hope you liked it so far. And I hope I can put up the next chapter soon^^
