I saw him huddled by the damaged remains of an enemy Arvian Organic Cruiser. His body twisted in odd contortions. I knew my friend Seargant Fritz Amers was dead.
The onslaught had been too much for his squadron to hold off.
I covered him with my BPS (Battle Protection Suit) as rockets and lasers flew over us in all directions.
Desperate men fought desperate Arvians to the death.

A huge chunk of a mangled Battleship slammed into the sand in front of my feet. Splashes of red dust going into my eyes, temporarily blinding me.

The enemy was teeming down upon us like locust from biblical times.

Lt. Ashely Whitton said, “Duke, I think we need to follow the Russians, it’s hopeless.”

I wiped the red dust from my eyes and looked her square in the eyes and said, ” Too many have been lost to this battle to let the Arvians win, Ash, I cannot allow that to happen.”