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           Twoinarowfromthesameplatoon-howwouldthatlook?AndIbeenmeanin’toask:whatthefuckisthathunkofmetalyou’recarrying?Andwhatthefuckdoyouplanondoin’withit?Tryin’toassertyourind’viduality?Workin’onanartproject?"

           "It’sforcrushing."

           "Crushin’what?"

           "Theenemy,mostly."

           "Yougetupclose,that’swhatyourpiledriver’sfor.Yougonnatellmeyou’rebetteroffwithanaxe?Maybeweshouldfillourplatoonwithlumberjacks.Hiho,hiho!"

           "Thatwasthedwarves."

           "Goodpoint.Wellmade.Pointforyou."

           Ferrelljumpedintoourconversation."Hey,Idon’tknowwherehelearnedhow,buthesureashellcanusethatthing.ButKiriya,onlyuseitoncethey’reupinyourfaceandyoudon’thaveachoice.Don’tgorushin’upaskin’forit.Modernwarfareisstillwagedwithbullets.Trynottoforget."

           "Yessir."

           "Yonabaru."

           Iguessthesergeantfeltheneededtospreadtheattentionaround.

           "Yeah?"

           "Just…dowhatyoualwaysdo."

           "Whatthehell,Sarge?KeijigetsapeptalkandIgetthat?Adelicatesoullikemeneedssomeinspiringwordsofencouragement,too."

           "Imightaswellencouragemyrifleforallthegooditwoulddo."

           "Youknowwhatthisis?Discrimination,that’swhatitis!"

           "Everynowandagainyougetmethinking,Yonabaru,"Ferrellsaid,hisvoicetinnyoverthelink.