White Christmas

Look at it this way, men. True, we may be stuck on a godforsaken ball of ice half a million light-years from home, where we’ve spent the last three months fighting an enemy that only gets stronger as our guys fall, and now our promised extraction has been canceled since the enemy got their orbital guns set up. But I’ve got some good news. When Special Weapons comes in to carpet-bomb the sector, the air temperature is low enough that the bio-poison will freeze in the atmosphere. From what I’ve heard, it looks almost like snow.

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