Starship Troopers
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Come on, you apes. You want to live forever? Unknown Platoon Sergeant 1918. I always get the shakes before a drop. I've had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, and it stands to reason that I can't really be afraid. The ship psychiatrist has checked my brain waves and ask me silly questions while I was asleep. And he tells me that it isn't fear it isn't anything important. It's just like the trembling, oven eager racehorse in the starting gate. I couldn't say about that. I've never been a race horse, But the fact is, I'm scared, silly. Every time At D minus 30 after we had mustard in the drop room of the Rodger Young, our platoon leader inspected us. He wasn't a regular platoon leader because Lieutenant Ray Jack had bought it in our last drop. He was really the platoon sergeant. Career ship Sergeant Jello Jelly was a Fenno Turk for a Skender around Proxima this war, the little man who looked like a clerk. But I have seen in tackle to Bizerte privates so big he had to reach up to grab them, cracked their heads together like coconuts. Step back out of the way while they fell off duty. He wasn't bad for a sergeant. You could even call in jelly to his face. Not recruits, of course. But anyone who had made at least one combat drop, But right now he was on duty. We had all each inspected our combat equipment. Look at your own neck. See, the acting platoon sergeant had gone over us carefully after he mustered us. And now Jelly went over us again. His face mean his eyes missing nothing. He stopped by the man in front of me, press the button on his belt that gave readings on his physicals. Fall out. But Sarge is just a cold. The surgeon said Jilly interrupted. But Sarge, he snapped. The surgeon ain't making no drop. And neither are you with a degree and 1/2 a fever. You think I got time to chat with you just before a drop fall out? Jenkins left us looking sad and mad. And I felt bad, too, because of the lieutenant buying it last drop and people moving up. I was assistant section leader, second section this drop, and now I was going to have a hole in my section and no way to fill it. That's not good. It means a man can run into something sticky, call for help and have nobody to help him. Jelly didn't down check anybody else presently. He stepped out in front of us, looked us over and shook his head sadly. What a gang of apes, he growled. Maybe if you'd all by it this drop we could start over and build a kind of outfit. The lieutenant expected you to be, but probably not With this order recruits we get these days, he suddenly straightened up, shouted I just want to remind you apes that each and every one of you has cost the government including weapons, armor, ammo, instrumentation and training. Everything, including the way you overeat, has cost on the hoof. Better than half a 1,000,000. Add in the 30 cents you are actually worth. And that runs to quite a sum. He glared at us, so bring it back. We can spare you. But we can't spare that fancy suit you're wearing. I don't want any heroes in this outfit. The lieutenant wouldn't like it. You got a job to do. You go down, You do it. You keep your ears open for recall. You show up for retrieval on the bounce and by the numbers. Get me.