Aaron vomited. He was one of the last survivors of Squad 9. Everybody else was either wounded badly, or dead. Aaron vomited because the smell of death was so thick where he lay. He had also taken quite a bit of damage to his armor. He stared at the Shocktrooper who had been killed next to him. Aaron decided to trade armor with him. He took off all of the armor, and traded it with the fallen soldier. The armor wasn't badly damaged because the soldier had been shot in the head. Aaron stood up. He heard some shots ring out, so he climbed over the ruined wall, and dropped prone. "This is the last time I volunteer to sweep for mines!" He said under his breath

 He remembered they lost their tank because he hadn't bothered to look for anti-tank mines. Then the freaking ambush had to happen. He just wanted to go back to the Federation, back to his home, except he couldn't because his family was murdered, and he would be too if he returned. That was when he heard gunfire again. Aaron crawled into a ruined building. 

"Hello? Is anyone still alive?" Aaron shouted. He knew he wouldn't get a reply. Most people were dead or dying. "Can anyone hear me?" Aaron laughed. He might get a few replies from Imperials, and he would be either killed or taken as Prisoner of War, but no Gallians were alive enough to respond.