[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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An impatient frown rested on Luke’s face as he sat quietly on a wooden box, repeatedly bouncing his leg up and down while rubbing his thumb across his nearly spotless rifle. Another soldier name Patrick sat across from him, his focus purely directed on his rifle as he cleaned it with care. After a few more moments of silence Luke finally broke it by speaking out. [color=a0410d]“I swear by the time our train arrives the war will have ended and there won’t be anymore action for us,” [/color]complained the young man as he gave a small sigh of annoyance before hanging his head low and ruffling his messy brown hair. The soldier rolled his eyes as he continued to clean his rifle and looked to the impatient Rifleman with a smirk. 

“Ya know Luke I don’t think I’ve met a single human being that bitches as much as you do,” he chuckled with the shake of his head before turning his eyes back to his weapon. “If ya ask me I prefer just sitting here with my thumb up my ass over getting shot at by a bunch of angry Imps,”   Luke scoffed and raised his head up to reveal his usual grin.

[color=a0410d]“Oh come on, getting shot at is ninety percent of the job. You just have to find the bright side in it,”[/color] he said and gained an arched eyebrow from Patrick as he looked back to him with curiosity.

“What could possibly be the bright side in getting shot at?” he asked with a small frown. 

[color=a0410d]“It’ll be good cardio,” [/color]he said with an honest smile. Patrick only rolled his eyes and returned to his weapon. Luke chuckled before letting out a sigh. [color=a0410d]“Plus we’ll finally be able to put our training to the test,”[/color] he stated with eagerness in his voice, catching not only the attention of Patrick once again, but few other soldiers who were close enough to hear.[color=a0410d] “All that time, all that training, abuse and determination for one goal,”[/color] he said while holding up a single finger with a grin. [color=a0410d]“Now is the time to prove the world and ourselves that it wasn’t all wasted for nothing. We’ll show what us greenhorns are made of and send those Imp bastards running,” [/color]he declared with confidence clear in his voice. A confidence that seemed to spread to Patrick and the few that heard him as his words sunk in. 

Patrick smiled slightly and gave a small nod. “I guess that’s all true, but I’m still in no rush to get shot at,” Luke shrugged and silently agreed, getting shot wasn’t exactly on his bucket list either. He would never admit it aloud, but a part of him was a bit nervous about the coming war he was about to set out upon. For some reason his thoughts drifted back home, his sisters, friends and even the small farm his family once owned. It dulled his smile slightly, knowing that he would be leaving all that behind, but he was pulled back from his thoughts by the cheers of relief and joy. He looked over to the tracks and felt his grin grow. 

[color=a0410d]“About damn time,” [/color]he chuckled before rising to his feet and slinging his rifle over his shoulder. [color=a0410d]“Well Patrick, looks like it’s time to head out,”[/color] he said as he looked to the fellow Rifleman before holding out a hand. [color=a0410d]“Soon we’ll be celebrating in Amone and getting medals for our glorious victory!”[/color] Patrick chuckled and grasped his hand firmly with a nod.  

“Looking forward to it,” he smiled before the two parted ways to gather their gear and ready to board the coming train. With a heavy sigh he lifted his gear onto his back, gave his rifle a quick check and head for the train with an excited pep in his step. 

[color=a0410d]“Come on then lads, to glory and victory!” [/color]he declared with a wide and egar grin on his face as he took the first step onto the train towards Amone. The place where he’ll make his first mark on the world.