[h3]Andrew's Post.[/h3]

For his own part, Andrew didn't really have much to do while the scouts did their thing and went ahead to gather as much accurate information about the town that they would be assaulting as possible. The rations were military grade and thus tasted as horrible as always, but at least it filled you up... Maybe next time they were back at base he could convince a couple of his squad mates to help him... acquire something with a bit more taste and possible even spices to flavor that food with from the proper army officers. Wasn't like the noble bastards were going to miss a bottle of wine or two from their drinks cabinet for long anyway...

Considering what the Sergent was eating, the man would approve of such... economic redistribution for the good of the squad as a whole. As the scouts returned from their job and were given the command to rejoin the squad to eat something, Andrew waited until they were at least seated and had taken advantage of a few bites to eat before asking "So how bad is it?"