[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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A heavy sigh escaped Luke as he walked through the train cars, frustrated that he was having a hard time locating his new unit. Looking around he saw several of the new recruits like him getting settled in, many of them just as excited or a bit nervous like him. Though he had managed to spot a few of the veterans mixed in with his fellow recruits and could tell from the hardened looks on their faces that they were less then excited for the coming battle. As he spotted out the veterans he began to remember that most of them were from the recent battle of Hill 58, a battle that apparently made a huge blow to their numbers. A part of him wanted to ask a few questions about the battle, but he held his tongue as he knew he needed to report to his NCO. Last time he failed to report to his superiors he had to clean and empty the latrines for a week. A shiver ran up his spine at the memory and picked up the pace. 

Soon though he spotted a familiar face that belonged to the smallest recruit he had ever seen in basic training. It took Luke a few seconds to remember his name since they trained in different groups, but with the snap of his fingers it came back to him. Gwyn was his name, he hoped it was his name anyway since he hated getting people's names wrong. He also just hoped he remembered him, though last time they interacted with each other he ended up spilling a full bucket water and fish heads on him. It was of course an accident, but he never got to properly apologize as his drill sergeants dragged him away for his punishment. When they were assigned their units they were assigned to the same one so it would be good to get to know him, plus he seemed to be surrounded by a few unfamiliar faces so hopefully they could help in his search for his unit. 

Clearing his throat and making his way through the car he waved towards the Gwyn with his usual grin. [color=a0410d]“Oi, Gwyn!” [/color]he called out as he made his way to the small sapper, bumping into a few other recruits and earning a few growls and complaints of watching where he was going. He simply gave them an apologetic chuckle and salute before finally reaching Gwyn and the group that surrounded him. Looking down to the young sapper with his grin he patted him on the shoulder and chuckled. [color=a0410d]“Hey there mate, thank god I found ya. I’m having trouble finding our unit,” [/color]he said before looking to the more experienced looking soldiers with a smile.[color=a0410d] “Hopefully you’re all from said unit,”[/color] he said before looking at each of them with a grin. 

He knew one of them was named Thomas, apparently he was a big deal within the military, but he never paid too much attention to the stories about him. No point really since he was going to become an even bigger legend than him one day. Giving him a quick nod he looked to the other soldiers and held up his papers. [color=a0410d]“You guys are from the 15th Atlantic Rifles, right? I'm part of the new wave of recruits to join the Platoon,” [/color]he said as he adjusted his rifle on his shoulder.[color=a0410d] “Names Luke Godfrey, but ya can call me whatever ya feel like,”[/color] he stated with a smile before rubbing the back of his neck with a small sigh. [color=a0410d]"Do any of you happen to be the NCO I'm to report to?" [/color]

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