The platoon sergeant and the commander peeked over the edge of the ditch, glassing the enemy position with high quality binoculars. The field was deathly quiet after the week’s fighting. Creatures too stupid to tread lightly across this scarred landscape had their fires extinguished days ago.

“Sergeant, I want you to organize a reconnaissance force of volunteers.” The commander ordered. “Lead them north towards those fortifications and pinpoint the machine guns along the ridge. We’ll provide fire support and I’ll direct artillery where necessary.”

“Yes, sir.” The NCO said, shaking his head slightly at his filthy hands. “I’ll get it done, sir.” He slid down the ditch and crept towards his platoon.

“I need four volunteers for a recon mission.” the sergeant said, drawing blank stares from his men. Nobody answered and some wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Fine. Mitchell, Smith, Davis, Perry, you just volunteered.”

“YES, sergeant! I’d LOVE to go get my ass shot off.”

“Shut up and move your smart ass, Davis.”