As he sat and watched the training exercise start, Andrew instantly lamented the fact that he did not really have the means of getting a closer look at the 'battle' that was about to take place. Something about there being a limited supply of binoculars or something. So instead he was forced to listen in on the commentary provided by what seemed to be a tank crew without a tank nearby. While watching them bicker for a time was rather entertaining, it was also somewhat informative... such as the fact that they were at St. Courain.

Turning to look at them closely, Andrew tried to recall if he had heard anything about what role the armored division at St. Courain had done; He knew that the infantry had run at the first sign of trouble but didn't recall any mention of what any tanks in the area had been doing at the time. Considering that they were sitting near him instead of either being in a cell somewhere, lined up against a stone wall and being offered a blindfold or being offered the chance to redeem themselves or die trying it was safe to assume that they had actually fought to some extent. 

Satisfied that he didn't need to murder them in their ship, Andrew was about to go back to his futile attempts to watch the exercise when the conversation turned towards hijacking their future squads tank and joining the battle. All they seemed to need was someone who could work a lance...

Getting up and walking over to them, a playful smile appeared on his face as he offered them a salute. "Private First Class Macdonald, formally of the 9th Militia Regiment, 5th Company reporting for duty. Give me a lance and I'll be more then willing to be your gunner. So are we doing this or what?"