THE PERFECT FIT
“Get the wounded out of here and bring all the mortar shells and grenades we have,” I ordered to the leftovers of my platoon, beaten down to a skeleton crew to clear the area. Luckily for us, even after having fired their mortars repeatedly at the IF, squad leader Renata’s mortar section still had an ample supply of shells left, proof of her and her squad’s unwavering discipline under fire. I should thank her…better yet! “Renata,” I said out loud her name one time only, and she quickly came running over to oblige my command; that in itself made her even more worthy of a promotion, temporarily obviously. I couldn’t just promote people left and right at my own will. That decision was left in the capable hands of the UAT’s council, made up of every officer; they alone could analyze her res
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