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Been thinking about this story for awhile and have been writing short excerpts from my mind.
It was my second day in the military when I met her. She was a cook. She told me to keep walking that I don’t have much time. Her face was distant and blank. Later I found out she was an orphan, here since 16. Love interest of our commander. Taken off the front line for being careless with her own life, now on kitchen duty. Heavy with a gun. She can flank like no other and has now offered to help me. Commander doesn’t like that, not at all. And as I go to war I have a feeling she will come with. She’s just a normal girl, normal.