Sorry for the errors and typos in the last chapter, but cut me so some slack I'm new at this. Anyhow, please please PLEASEE Review. I appreciate any and all feedback.

Chapter 2

After another hour or so in the back of the truck, we were finally let out. All of us were cramped and sweaty when we finally clambered out the back and now it was beginning to get hot. Aside from Scabber sneaking a few rations from his pack into his fat face, none of us had eaten.

"Right you lot ATTENNNNNSHUNNNN!"

Food was forgotten as we quickly clambered to fall into formation. A Huge Badger, (all e badgers are huge, but this one was MASSIVE) His captain's bars were clear on his helmet and he was flanked by two lieutenants; One a mouse who was just about my height, and the other stringy looking ferret. They stopped a few feet away from the captain and quickly surveyed us with a dull glare. They looked tired, dirty, and their helmets were pockmarked with all sorts of dents and dust.

"At Ease!"

We all relaxed. The badger made a quick trip down the ranks seeing what Mossflower had managed to churn out. He didn't give away any twitches or sighs of disappointment. After the quick inspection he marched back to his two lieutenants and they moved out of earshot for some sort of conference. We all looked around and pretty soon everyone had their own ideas of what was in store for us.

"The captain has the looks of a mortar-man, four deucers for us I bet!"

"Are you daft, we haven't been trained for any kind o mortars! I guarantee we'll just be regular old cannon fodder. Infantry for sure"

"They've been cross-trainin troops for other stuff. My brother is in Western Sea fightin those Cats and hes been workin with the artillery"

"I don't care what we're doin as long as we get some damn food!"

"SHADDUP SCABBER!" Everyone screamed in unison, myself included. Scabber again turned a beet red and again started to secretly munch some of his rations.

A squirrel glanced back at the meeting the captain was having. The mouse lieutenant glanced over and gave a fiendish looking grin at him before returning to the conversation. The squirrel turned white and gulped.

"Oh boy I bet we're r really in for it now," he said trying to stop himself from shaking.

"He's probably just messin with us," said the hedgehog who had joked about Scabber's whining on the truck ride over. He put his shoulder around the squirrel. "Don't worry mate I'm sure it won't be half as bad you think."

The rest of us boldly chimed in and there were plenty of remarks about how officers were wrong half the time and how ugly they were. I joined in of course, but in my mind, I couldn't help but think about that poor bastard lying on the side of road.

"Will I end up like that?"

I instantly had visions of me bleeding out on some desert street somewhere while the wolves closed in all around me.

"Stow it mates, the captain's comin back!"

My dream quickly evaporated as the badger marched back towards us. He stopped a few feet from us and gave one last glance before diving into his introductuctions

"Right I'm Captain Cragg. Address me asyou would any officer, I have no nicknames hogwash like that. My job is to make sure you do your jobs. And our jobs right now are killing those wolves, and driving them out of Jerbica and back to where they crawled from!"

At here he paused and noticed the smiles and few cheers that rang out. Seemingly satisfied, he continued.

"As members of Company B, 16th regiment, 1st Division you will rely on one another and work together. I don't mind any ribbing or joking but serious problems will result in instant KP duty for both parties until I fell you are ready to grow up and make amends."

Here again he paused and glanced over at Scabber and then the hedgehog. Both sheepishly looked away and rubbed their necks. Scabber turned red for the third time that day.

"What else did he here?"

Captain Cragg stiffly turned away and went back to speaking.

"I run a strict company here and expect nothing but the best effort and hard work out of you. But today I'll let that slide. Lieutenants Mavrel and Splitpaw will guide you too your barracks and then you can grab some hot chow. Spend the rest of the day orienteering yourselves and making sure all your belongings are in order. Tomorrow's briefing will commence at 0700 sharp. Falcon's Point isn't the greatest town in the desert, but it will be your home for the time being. COMPANY DISMISSED!

Cragg quickly marched over to a nearby jeep and soon he was off in the distance.

Lieutenant Mavrel, the mouse, quickly took charge of the scene

"Right boys you just follow me and Lt. Splitpaw here and we'll be eatin in no time. Ever have a desert pear drenched in honey and fresh milk? "

War was starting to sound good again.