Our Little Unit

"COVER HIM!" She screamed to the only other able body. He did, just. The sound of grounding metal and sharpening rocks filled the thick air of heavy breathing and many grunts. Thank God we're all in tact...somewhat.

They had managed to keep direct opposition at bay for a little and had run for a little more. Tiredness and insecurity seemed to be the temperature of the last couple of days. Our one little unit, already shrunk in both size and resources felt themselves tried and tested to the limits they never knew was containable. It's not supposed to be like this; this wasn't meant to happen.

They used to be the firecracker unit, the more contagiously patriotic unit this side of the army. Now dwindled and without clear instruction, they hoped simply to not become like the dust they had crawled in during the past few weeks. The Captain had resigned a moment and a half ago, not nearly early enough with as little notice as possible. So for the moment and perhaps a moment more, our little unit were to proceed without a team leader.

The Major General had been rather understanding of late and had taken place within our little unit in attempt to keep hope alive. It was clear though, that it was not his place to be their leader, however temporal. The Major General had strategies to be planning and ambushes to be setting. They were told another had been requested to replace the former Captain, also a temporary position... until said one from our little unit were to rise to the occasion. We had serious doubts, even though we knew that the battalion had rallied closer to our coordinates to compact protection and provide our little unit, time to regroup and re-strategise. Time as per usual, was against them.

Many tears and a few days later, our little unit began to remember communication, the very failure that had cost them every resource to be valued in this war: time, distance and weaponry. Bring us back into the strategy. They needed to drink from the resilience that had grown within them during the harshness of this period. They needed to remember victories! When they advanced with mission to rescue fellow captives and obliterate opposition, rather than their recent pattern of simply keeping enemies at bay in the hope of living the next day.

Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours is the victory. Yours...we are. We're getting stronger love, we have to. Pick up your swords brothers, I know your tired, but we're still alive, and so is this war...put two and two together. Backup will arrive shortly. We have our strengths, we have our swords, we will again remember our patriotism. Our little unit will be a firecracker again. Our Little Unit.