Dustin took a long deep breath and sighed with a smile. "Smells like a pigs ass out here," he said aloud to his fellow soldiers as they worked on a trench outside of their camp. The men chuckled and gave nods of agreement as they continued their work. Dustin rested his spade on his shoulder and wiped the sweat and dirt from his forehead. He stood atop the trench and looked out towards the main camp. A small smile of pride came to his face as he watched a few Greatarmor units march into the camp, heavily equipped and ready for battle. He wouldn't mind piloting one of those things, but for now he  was to lead his troops within the frontlines. He had no problem with it and glanced down to his men with a smirk. "Better hurry up boys, I hear they're bringing a bit of refreshments to help lift our spirits," he grinned with joy. One of his men stopped and looked to him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Refreshments sir? Isn't that a bit risky seeing as how we're on the frontlines?" he asked with a bit of concern. Dustin nodded and wagged his finger. 

"Ya got a point there. Alright boys everyone but Hans drinks tonight!" he ordered, causing his men, except Hans of course, to cheer and laugh. Dustin chuckled and shook his head. "Just kidding Hans. I understand your hesitation, but have you seen the camp lately? Half of the men are looking as if their days are numbered, or that they are ready to abandon their post. Something to calm their nerves will be good for us," he said and looked back to the camp. "When this war does start, we'll be needing every man ready with high spirits on the line," he finished and tightened his grip on his spade. He knew this war was going to happen soon, but all this waiting is only causing morale to waver and nerves to shrink. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head as he hopped back down to the trenches with his men. "Come on ladies, lets get this over with!" he barked and smiled to see his men working faster. He loved being in charge.