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Last night's operation was a disaster. They had needed to move quickly and were caught completely off-guard and out-numbered. Integra hadn't gotten the report yet, but she knew the causalities were bad and had to know from Commander Irons how combat ready the army was.
She dialed down to the hospital and waited for the pickup.
"Hello? This Private Smith."
Probably his aide de camp Integra thought.
"I want to speak with Commander Montgomery"
"He's dead, sir."
Integral paused. She hadn't thought it was that bad.
"Lieutenant Johnson?"
"Thrown through an ice cream truck, died instantly."
"Sergeant Jackson?"
"Sergeant Victoria lost it, and he got to close."
Must have been the sandwich bag they buried.
"Sergeant Williams?" Integra asked hopefully.
"Gone and his whole squad. Said something like 'What could possibly go wrong' before he died."
"Are there any sergeants still alive?"
"Well no, except for Sergeant Victoria. Or is she alive? I don't know with her."
Integra made a mental note to give Seras her own category in the causality list.
"Any corporals?"
"No"
"So your only one alive?"
"Actually no, Priv-", he was cut off by a long monotone bleep, "Err, never mind I am the last one, so what did you need sir?"
"Nothing, I was just checking something", and hung up.
I hate causalities.