User talk:GeekSpeek

Mourning

I had a bad day today. I was assaulting a battleship - the ol' sweep-and-clear. Alpha Fireteam was storming the interior, and Bravo - composed of rookies led by a single sergeant, a veteran named Igor Mikhailov - was sweeping the outside. The interior was nearly empty, and Alpha's part of the mission was a milk run. Bravo had to deal with over a dozen Floaters, and my rookies were performing incredibly. We were down to the last alien (or so I thought). I was already swelling with pride over the performance of the rookies of Bravo Fireteam. They were a perfect model of accuracy, coordination, and speed, veritable archangels, gods of war. And then a blaster bomb came and killed every single one of them. So here I am, making this comment to remember the bright but brief blaze of glory of Bravo Fireteam. Gone but never forgotten. R.I.P. Bravo Fireteam!

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War is hell. If you believed in them, keep fighting for what they believe in. Bag me some flying devils, boys! --JellyfishGreen 02:15, 21 March 2006 (PST)