its hot in a chimera.hot,scary,cramped, in the back of a chimera your only comfort is a dim light that weakly tries to illuminate the,dirt and blood crusted, faces of the poor basterds cramped shoulder to shoulder and awaiting orders to die.you look around at the men stuffed into the back of the transport,what were there lives like,who were these people, of course it really makes no diffrence who they were,the only thing that matters now is there future,or lack of one.you can hear the sound of explosions mix with wepons fire and the low murmer of the engine.then the engines stop, and when they do its like all the doomed soldiers sitting in the back of the chimera take one last breath of air and hold it, together.the captian takes one last look at you all and says "this is it,try to make a impact before your killed." on those parting words of wisdome he opens the doors and charges into the hail of gunfire.one by one you follow him out like lambs to the slaughter.
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