All right. True, he could. The next ten or fifteen minutes alternated between relatively quiet inaction,brief outbursts of firing, and sporadic heavy explosions. Second Platoon got leaned on less by the T'swathan any other in the company, maybe in the regiment, and that wasbecause of Carrmak.
He paused, then bellowed once more: Who likes it here? There was a brief lag followed by a few tentative me's, then the hallerupted with cheers. In much of themuskeg, the trees were sparse and stunted, and little obstacle. Or a bonus, as the case may be. He held his pistol in a white-knuckled fist and peered around with no ideawhat to do next.
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