"Nah...nothing so exciting, Private....We are just reinforcements for the Mississippi Rampart....We are gonna be spending our days sticking our heads over the wall and trying not to get them shot off!" Sgt Harrier replied with a grin. "We're getting stationed in Missouri, The Ragheads blew a large portion of our side of the wall out and killed a bunch of guys....We will be doing reconstruction work and guard duty in the hot sun for the next 8 months...Maybe it will put some muscle on your fame." Frank said playfully and punched Private Martin's small arm.<br/><br/>The young 'man' did her best not to wince at the blow, but even playing around, the Sarge had a strong punch. After a few minutes of holding it in, Aziel finally gave into the nagging pain and rubbed the bruise on her shoulder. Frank only shook his head in frustration and surveyed the other troopers.<br/><br/>They were all young, wet behind the ears one and all, and he was seriously worried. If the US was getting this desperate for recruits, it didn't bode well for their army. It was his job to turn them into fighting men and he didn't like what he was seeing. Most of them looked fucking terrified, their eyes bulging and sweat droplets forming around their temples, and they weren't even close to combat yet. If they were this frightened now, how were they going to react when some wide eyed raghead paddles across the river strapped with a chest full of C4?