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[sub][color=Silver][i]Train to Amone, September 2nd - [b]Approaching the Recruits[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	Jean was a little confused by the words that the marksman used. He was quite the excited young lad, it seemed, who wanted nothing more than to do his part for his country, alliance and people. What a poor individual. It might have been propaganda that had lead the poor fool out to these forsaken lands with the intent to kill because a poster or a Prime Minister said so. How unfortunate this whole unnecessary conflict was. Ignorance was sometimes said to be blissful, yet Jean couldn't help but lose his smile when he joked about spending the upcoming worst months with them. If he hadn't of smiled and chuckled, Jean would've understood what he meant, but taking such extremities with a light grain of salt, rubbing it hoarsely into the wounds that the previous battle had struck against the Regiment, Jean quickly dismissed the possibility of understanding truly what this ignorance was. It wasn't his fault, of course, but Jean knew it was something to pity. Besides that, he simply sighed to himself and shuffled with his pockets before responding.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Yeah...worst months...If only you knew that to be true. Anyway, don't call me Sir. Should'a told you in camp that an NCO gets referred to by their rank and not by a commissioned status of respect, because I don't know. Our Captain kind of gets cranky when we don't use the proper procedures of formalities, however when he's not around we always seem to refer to one another by first names, if we know them. So, feel free to call me Jean, if you want, unless you prefer to use the mouthful of Corporal Robin-Charpentier.[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He shrugged to himself with a somewhat decent smile on his face before looking back down towards the offered Longfield. Jean hadn't yet seen through their optics but imagined it was more than likely the same experience as looking through the pair of binoculars still wrapped around his neck. Thinking about that tool, however, caused him to look down to the binoculars. They weren't the new issued ones that all the other NCOs got on their promotions but instead it was still the one from the corpse he plucked on Hill 58. The gruesome truth behind that older model made him shudder slightly, as command refused to give him another whilst he still held the custody of that particular apparatus.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"I'm...fine, honestly. Can't find more things to distract myself now I have all this responsibility on my shoulders. Only recently became a Corporal and started out as a Lance Corporal only a week or two ago. Not exactly experienced, I'd say, but...well...everyone here has already been through a lot, more than we need. I can only imagine what Amone will be like..."[/b][/color]

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