[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

[b]'Not so sure I agree, but thanks.'[/b] Harald couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh. He had half expected to be cut down without a chance. [b]'That I am, Lance Cap. That I am.'[/b] It wasn't long before Hunt caught up and Harald threw him a sheepish grin; he [i]had[/i] acted a tad recklessly after all. [b]'like he says. We've got orders to clear the road to Vasel. Captain said there were other squads doing the same, but I guess it was on a need to know basis.'[/b] He strolled over to their tank as he rolled a cigarette, admiring the view. [b]'Didn't think Milita even got tanks. What squad are you with?'[/b] The rest of Dresner and Meyer's squad stood down, scattering back their duties. Harald saw a few stripes here and there, but didn't recognise anyone. [b]'And who's in charge?'[/b] As they talked, the others rolled up in the APC and began to disembark. Alonso was one of the last out, casting a weary eye over the new faces. He thought he knew one or two, but with all the craziness of the last month it was hard to know anything anymore. At least they hadn;t shot them on sight. [i]Although I might have, if the situation was reversed...[/i]