"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."  Inessa quickly got down to writing, glad that she was familiar with the idea of writing on forms even if she had never seen these ones before.  Hopefully, she would not be refused her request for a simple shield.  Still, she felt the trepidation raise up in her again.  Would it even matter if she got what she asked for?  What if she caught a heavy round right off of the ship and died before she even put her feet on the ground?<br/><br/>Why couldn't she just be a cook and stay behind the lines?!?<br/><br/>She had to pick the pen up because her hand was shaking too much, take a deep breath, and continue with a slightly steadier hand.