Paul&Sam
Paul was happy to see Harald again. while his Sargent wasn't bad, he was however, old for a solider. While in excellent shape, Hoek wasn't without issues. During the EW1 he was wounded in action, for the last months of the war he was bed ridden with a bullet to the leg. The wound had healed nicely, but left him with a a slight limp. The wound wasn't bad enough that he wasn't going to enlist when Gallia was invaded, Paul felt bad as he knew men like him should be at home, enjoying his twilight years. It was odd, He had served in the last war, and due to his age and wound he was excluded from conscription.  Yet here he was, and to Paul it didn't seem like he even wanted to be here fighting.
	Sam Smiled as Harald spoke with Paul, Sargent Harald had always been a good person. He was a good balance of reckless youth and seasoned experience. If there was anyone she thought should be in command of something, it should be him. "Sam, Paul you familiar with the good Sargent?" a voice said suddenly.

Sargent Hoek

Sargent Hoek walked up to the group, a cigarette between his lips and his weapon slung over his shoulder.. As Paul had been talking to Harald, Hoek had been speaking with several of his newer squad mates about the Sasha the other Sargent was wearing. While his squad held some dislike for his people, Hoek made is clear he wouldn't stand for any discrimination. The Fact Sam and Paul had some familiarity with the other squad was great, Since he had feared deserters or something. He had not been informed that there were friendlies in the area. It was a good thing that Sam had noticed the Sargent. otherside the Tank would have been allowed to rotate its turret  and fire the deadly projectile at the incoming APC. " I'm Sargent Emile Hoek, Commander of squad nine nice to meet you" he said in a very informal tone. Slowly he leaned against tank alongside Paul, the end of his SMG bumped against the tank making a dull clang. With one hand he pulled out his cigarette pack and offered everyone a smoke.