[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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With a heavy yawn Luke awoke to hear several voices from outside his cabin, some in a rush and others with stern authority in their tones. It took him a few seconds, but as the voices grew louder and closer he realized what was going on before scrambling out of his bunk. [color=a0410d]“Damn it I thought this was over with when we got out of basic!” [/color]he hissed under his breath as he hurried to get dressed and gather his gear. He felt both excitement and annoyance as he pulled his clothes on, it was obvious they were about to reach their destination and finally get off of this damn train, but with this sudden awakening to get prepared for departure he couldn’t help but have flashbacks to boot camp when the drill sergeants would almost drag them out of their bunks to start their day of training. After a few muffled curses from his cabin and a loud smack against the wall, Luke emerged from his room with his helmet a bit crooked to the right. 

With his day already getting off to a rather lousy start, Luke decided to spend the rest of his time on the train looking over his gear, it honestly seemed better than spending it dwelling on the future battle or praying with the others he had noticed upon waking up. It all seemed to be a waste of time, but he obviously kept it to himself and focused on his own concerns. He gave a quick look over of his rifle, sharpened his bayonet, checked his tools and equipment, hell even snuck in enough time to clean a few buttons on his uniform before the train had finally reached its destination. 

Luke felt a small smirk come to his face as the train came to a hissing stop before falling in line as the orders from his superiors echoed through the air. As his platoon began to disembark from the train he couldn’t help but noticed the tired expressions on his comrades. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he could do with a bit more sleep himself. After hopping down along with his unit he fell in line and stood at attention as the Captain named Middleton, someone who was apparently a bit of an ass from what he overheard from a few people, began to give their briefing. As he listened to the Captain deliver his orders, inform them of the splitting of the platoon into squads and finally the announcement of new uniforms, Luke could feel the excitement well up with his chest. 

Soon the commander finished his briefing and dismissed them all to go and change into their new uniforms. Luke was a bit saddened to get rid of his original uniform as he had spent so much time making sure it was in pristine condition, but he had to admit the new uniform was rather nice looking. As he emerged from the tent with a smirk he looked himself over and to his squad. [color=a0410d]“Gotta admit, doesn’t look to bad,” [/color]he chuckled before glancing around to his team. They all looked equally as good as him, especially the few ladies within his squad. He would really need to get to know his teammates though, he had mostly spent his time with Gwyn and the other recruits on the train ride here. 

After silently making it his goal to become more acquainted with his team the Corporal Jean called the squad together and began his own briefing. He drew up a quick map of the city and gave details of how they would be proceeding into city after the calvary made their charge against the Imperials. He went into even further details of how they would be using their sappers, the fighting within close quarters and even the civilians that were still within the city. With all of these orders and planning Luke could feel even more excitement in the coming battle, but there was no hiding the small ball of nervousness that formed in his stomach. He tightened his grip along his rifle and took a deep breath through his nostrils, this was it. It was time to put his training to the test! Once they had received the order to move out from Jean he did a quick check on his gear, even the rather odd mask he had been given before falling in line. 

The march felt like it would last an eternity, but thankfully they all soon arrived at their destination and were in the perfect spot to get a full view of the calvary force that would be taking the Imperial lines head on. The sight was a bit of a spectacular one as Luke's eyes scanned across the massive wave of horses and soldiers, all ready to work together in breaking through the line. Soon the time had finally come and the 7th Cavaliers began their charge onto the enemies lines. The thunder of their cry for victory and the mighty rumbling of their charging steeds was truly an amazing sight that Luke would forever remember. Just as he would forever remember the carnage that would shortly follow. 

The distant sharp cracks of automatic gunfire, the howls and shrieks of both men and horse in despair until finally… nothing. Luke stared in shock and confusion, not able to comprehend what had just happen until finally it all sunk in as a distant scream was silenced by a final burst of gunfire, ending it all just like that. With silent awe and terror he scanned the now corpse riddled field, not a sign of life left, only the mixture of blood, mud and flesh. Swallowing hard and gripping his chest Luke found it hard to look away as he was unable to hold back a new feeling from the excitement and nervousness slip into his heart. Fear.  

[color=a0410d]“S-shit,” [/color]was all he was able to mutter aloud with a shaking voice while forcing a small smile, though it was clearly forced as it nearly faltered from his shaking. Thankfully his eyes were finally peeled away as a familiar voice called out for attention. He quickly snapped away from the horrible sight and turned around to look anywhere else but there. Finally he had noticed his hand still clutching at his chest and released his new uniform with a small gasp, not realizing until now that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head and closing his eyes Luke took a few deep breath through his nose to calm his nerves, get his head straight and focus. 

This was not the time to break down, he’s hasn’t even had his own taste of action yet for god's sake! Feeling a bit frustrated in himself he opened his eyes and shook his head clear of anymore fear before turning back to his squad, ready to get to work whenever the order came in.