"Be it the raging wind or heavy snow,
Or the sun that smiles upon us;
This day the daylight blazes,
And the night is cold as ice.
Dust assaults us in the wind,
:But we take joy in this,
In this joy,
Our war chariots roar forward,
Through the rolling sands.:|
The engine roars like thunder,
Swift as lightning,
Face the enemy,
Armored together—"
Humming a military song, Lieutenant Martin Haisler gently sipped the Russian soup from a bag through a straw, taking in the Ros United Duchy flavored nutrient solution. He smiled coldly at the slowly-moving human and four-legged heat sources in the woods through the periscope.
