Calth had been sitting at a makeshift table playing a hand of cards with several other of the squad when the yelling began. almost on instant he ran to his bunk and got into full battle dress. "For the love the Emperor!" He called as he dropped his clunky Cadian helmet. " I Hate these Throne forsaken Cadian made garbage." he muttered as he picked it up. After a few minutes, of getting ready and helping his bunk mates get ready, Calth sprinted out side with his lasgun strapped to his shoulder and the platoon medical kit bumping against his side as he ran. Calth was terrified, all this could only mean one thing. They were going to do something important, most likely combat. Since joining the Guard, the only action Calth had seen was climbing the mountain to gain his edelweiss and needs of the local villagers. He had treated more sprained ankles and work related injuries then he did back home working at his mother's Clinic. Calth couldn't help but pray for combat, He hated the monotony of playing the village doctor. sure the town had a small clinic, but the doctor in charge is little use as he made a habit of drinking during work hour. Back home That kind of doctoring would have got you at the very least fired, if not getting the throne loving hell beaten out of them. Standing in line Clath watched the rest of the unit race out of the barracks and stand in formation. Soon after he could see the Sergeant began to make a head count.