[h3]Lilly's Post[/h3]

Well at least it wasn't city combat. Lilly shivered from nervousness as they received their briefing, but was relieved to hear that they would be attacking a small village, rather than fighting room-by-room through claustrophobic city buildings and alleys. Her performance in her first battle was absolutely embarrassing, but now that she had some training, Lilly had begun to see why she had such a hard time (nerves aside, of course). Too many alleys and windows to watch split her attention and nervousness meant that her performance was unreliable in close combat, where reflexes played a significant role. A small village would mitigate this somewhat, and the fact that they finally had proper equipment to deal with tanks made her a bit more confident in their ability to succeed. 

...Though if she were completely honest, she would admit that the thought of actual combat still terrified her.

The new arrivals piqued Lilly's curiosity somewhat. PFC Hunt, because he was transferred from the actual army, and PFC Macdonald for what it signified for the militia. Why would the army be giving away it's soldiers to mere militia? And why would 5th company have disbanded? The militia must be in the middle of some major restructuring to be more efficient, or that was what she allowed herself to think. In the back of her head, memories of the slaughter at Rinneheim hinted to her that it might be less about efficiency and more about lack of troops.

[h3] Evan's Post[/h3] 

[b]"Cap'n!"[/b] Evan called out when Meulemann asked if the squad had any questions. [b]"What's my APC gonna be doing? Can't drive out in the open if there's tanks, and there'll only be a few spots to stash it in a village."[/b] Evan had been thoroughly disappointed at the lack of proper armour their APC had when he inspected it. It wasn't his style to sit back and cower behind a wall, hopin' a tank wouldn't guess his position and blow a hole through both their cover and paper thin side armour. Armour was supposed to spearhead assaults, charging gloriously into combat! This Imp peice of shit, while fast, was no where near suited to that. And it bugged him. 

When the two new guys introduced themselves, Evan smiled and nodded in greeting to them. More bodies to the squad was always good. Less chance of getting overrun by sheer numbers.