Battlefield: Bad Company (№ 272687)

Yeah, I have nothing to say. In the end, I'm a soldier, not a fucking movie star to pop about everything. All I can do is follow orders and do their job. Now all I need is to sit here for another couple of weeks and I'm leaving. I have long wanted to go fishing.
Understand, man. The army - she... Ah! The army is not the same as before. I thought that having served in the "Bad Company", I quickly pass the rest of the service. But after what he saw during his watch there as we all are, I realized that our life for them is not worth anything: we are just cannon fodder, and nothing more. Most guys can't guess why we are called "Bad Company" and why we still justify the name.
Man, when you're under fire, the only person you can trust, it's the same as you the guy next to you in the trenches. You know what I mean? You should always be able to trust his life to comrades in arms. But, kheg, or Sweet... Hell, I even them the keys to my car I would not trust!
Sometimes it seems to me that they would rather shoot each other than enemies. All because in combat, your companion might change in any direction. I want to say that if there is the opportunity to choose which side to fight for, I would approach this choice wisely, because wouldn't trust my life even to the beginner, which we recently moved.
Besides, I have nothing more to say.