I own nothing from Hearts of Iron nor the Kaiserriech Mod.
Private Bedros Sahakian
Journal Entry 9
June 12, 1932, Sunday
Dog Company is not having liberty anytime soon. The only times we're not working today is going to the chaplain services if we choose to or just only the meal times. Our captain claimed to have found some infractions among us as a reason to deny our next weekend pass. Personally I believe he and command are doing this to remind us that we're not a trade union but part of the Corps. The drill today felt like murder but I learned to keep my mouth shut about this since boot camp.
Although Allen's mouth ran away from him when confronted and our squad was punished for it. You would think he learned by now. I mean Allen is not a terrible person and can be funny. Yet occasionally he is annoying and has a hard time controlling that big mouth of his. He was the favorite target of our drill instructor stateside.
You know I think it's high time that I reflect on my squad.
There are eight of us. First there is Corporal John Felton, our squad leader. A no nonsense type of guy who earned his stripes in Nicaragua. Next we got our automatic rifleman Michail Antoniou, rough and ready as they come. We call him Hercules on account of him being from Greece and his great strength.
Big Mouth Al I mentioned earlier believed it or not is our squad's grenadier. Of course there is also my pal Robert Tibbs. Every Marine is a rifleman that is true but Robert having grown up hunting is the best marksman in the squad if not the whole platoon. Then there is Hector Ortega, coming out of El Paso with a passion for boxing. He still owes me money for losing that match but I admit Hector plays some good music with that guitar of his.
After him it's Modercai Horovitz, a true son of Chicago no less who is also proud of his Jewish heritage. Aside from his talent on the piano he is definitely book smart and has a quick draw with both pistol and rifle. I wrote about Gad Powell yesterday but he still deserves to be mentioned again. He is a hard working man who during the field exercises in the desert he proved to be the perfect scout for us.
We have been through a great deal together in training and our voyage to get here. Truth be told, we get on each other's nerves at times and don't always understand one another. Nonetheless I trust these guys to have my back and I'll do the same for them in return. We're marines after all.