He had just recently gotten out of basic training with Nick when they got deployed, he didn't know if Nick was sitting praying right now like the guy in the bunk next to him or if he is making sure that all his equipment is ready to go as they always did in basic training every night in case there was a "Simulated Attack"

Damnit, he thought to himself as his mind returned to the matter at hand as he dropped his combat knife, he had already packed all the extra ammunition for the Autocannon and his basic gear was ready to go except his knife that he now had dropped on the floor cutting his left pinky finger as it fell down.

He was a heavy built man, his shoulders were almost as hard as a rock at this point from all the ammo carrying he had to do and his legs were as thick as logs, He is 5ft 10 and has an arm span of 6ft 2, he had almost the perfect genes for mining but he decided to signup to the Militarium when they came to recruit in his district, they were offering a much greater pay than what he had made almost his entire life from mining but the thing that caught his eye was that they were offering something to fight for a purpose so to say, something that would make it feel good if he died as he would know he was protecting the innocent people of his home from these Xenos.

The only thing that is the difference between him and the other muscle freaks that signed up is that the Militarum drafted him to become a Loader for an autocannon, meaning if he died the first 1 minute he hit the ground the Militarum would lose alot more than if they lost a normal rifleman meaning if they even send in medics he would probably be helped before any of the riflemen in the Platoon.

His mind was again fleeting from the matter at hand so he decided that he was going to say a prayer and after that probably get some sleep before the countdown began

"The Lesson the Lion Knight tells us that we must always..."