Bart stood watching as the roto-copter lifted away, leaving him standing alone in the rocky valley. Then he took a deep breath and stared at the inhospitable ground rising around him. This was not where he’d thought he’d be making his first contribution to the war effort.
He’d volunteered for the organisational arm, knowing his ability with numbers and words was far better than his physical abilities. He wasn’t a fighter, he was a thinker. He’d had grand visions of helping run major tactical planning sessions, maybe even contributing his own opinion once he’d learnt enough.
What he’d got couldn’t be further from that dream. He’d been given two days of very basic weapons training and an hour long briefing before he was bundled onto the roto-copter with several other youngsters, all
