Excerpt 15

I eased into the Drop Pod, my brow already dripping with sweat from my wracked nerves. I rested my Battle Rifle-44 into the rack that was attached top the seat. Oddly comfortable, I laid back in my seat, one of five that was in the pod. Then, I slowly descended the safety harness over myself. This apparatus reminded me a lot of being at a carnival back on Mars. But, this ride was no fun, and the waiver we signed to get on costed is four years of training with a possibility of getting blown of the sky before we ever reached the ground. I was practically a kid when I signed that waiver and I still felt like one. Not alone, but scared to death. The only adult was Sergeant Safford. He had jumped on numerous planets, both in training and in combat. He was the adult that was going to keep us alive in our field trip to the front lines. I stared anxiously at the signal light that would signal our decent into our first trip into battle. It was as if I was wingsuit flying for the first time. Except I was in orbit, there was legion of highly trained soldiers who do not want me to reach the ground, and I had no control of my drop pod. Other than that, it was like wingsuit flying. The green light switched on with mechanical buzzing to follow. It was time to drop. "Let's go kick some ass! Hooah!" Sarge yelled. I returned we all returned the 'Hooah' at the top of our lungs. I took a deep breath. The clamp released the drop pod, the thrusters kicked us out of the drop bay, and shot towards the planets surface. I would gladly trade this for a carnival ride on Mars.

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