[center][h2]Corporal James Hunt|Post Tirade[/h2][/center]

James blinked as the Sergeant stormed off, still processing everything that had just happened. How in the hell were they supposed to know there was an inspection the next day? They just got back from the battlefield, not that the Sergeant seemed to care. Turning to the squad, he sighed quietly. "Alright, well, guess there's no helping it. Let's get this place cleaned up some then take the day off. PFC Callaway? We currently have no orders having just returned from helping to take back Vasel. We recieve new orders tomorrow so take today off. Oh, and it's Corporal, not PFC. Need to get some new stripes when were done here."