''Well that's just great!" I shouted, kicking an empty can, "They don't give a damn what happens to their men, as long as the brass are safe drinking cocktails and champagne they couldn't care less about the men who are actually fighting".
"Tyler we're getting out of here don't worry, we just need to find a ship that can get us off world, there must be something," Jack began to look at a map of the planet, "There's quite a few airports and military bases, we'll have to check them and hope to find a space-worthy vessel."
I had started to hate the UNSC, leaving us here stranded. It's strange hating the only thing you've ever known and been part of, you know you shouldn't but you don't know why you shouldn't. "Sir, can you here me? This is Smithson," I heard through my helmet, "What is it Smithy?" I replied, "Here at the safe house there's... well you need to see this!"...