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I would shoot this terminal right now, if I thought that it would reach that damn AI.  I might do it anyway, but ammunition is short. I’ve run out of ammo for my assault rifle, and the only flamethrower we had was lost when an elevator failed to function, and squad two was cut off. I understand that the aliens are taking prisoners.  I’ll hand it to them, they are better fighters that us.  But I’ll be damned if I’m going to be taken prisoner, my last bullet is for me.

I’ve got a minute or two to rest, so I’m going to wax philosophical. I can’t say any of this to the men because I don’t want them to know how hopeless I think our fighting is.  If I thought that we’d be safe if we surrendered, then that is what I would do.

I don’t know if our resistance has changed the outcome of this conflict, but I know that I’ve killed more of them than they have of me.  Battlefield humor is the driest that there is.  How can I laugh at my own death, my own destruction.

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