Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Machine Muslims part 7
Sergeant Jovovich stood in front of his assembled Platoon. A beat up and dusty Bearcat III tactical armoured vehicle waited for him outside. Sergeant Jovovich felt troubled about abandoning his platoon, but his orders were very clear he and all the other human soldiers were ordered to leave Iran. The fact that he had not gotten paid this month had helped make the decision a little easier, but he still felt terrible.
“So as I was saying J-3 will be in charge as he has gotten a field promotion to sergent.” he motioned to a humiform robot with two large dents in his chest. “all orders will go through him, is that understood.”
“Affirmative sergeant Jovovich”, the Platoon responded in unison.
“Good luck men” said sergeant Jovovich in a voice that began to choke up . He saluted the platoon, the humiform robots stated back while the tracked and quadi robots raised and lowered their weapons.
Jovovich sat down in the back of the Bearcat feeling like he had been kicked by a mule in the stomach
“Are you crying Sergeant”? Asked one of the very young looking sun burnt techs in a disbelieving voice.
“I have sand in my eye, it is a freaking desert,” said Jovovich as he wiped tears out of his eyes with an old blue bandana.