Game: Battlefield: Bad Company

I can start? Well.
Hey, Junior! It's me, Preston! I bet you didn't recognize me, right? Just like father...
Hey, don't tell mom, okay? In General, I'm a little screwed up with a turntable that ashamed to remember. In any case, the Tribunal or other disciplinary actions do not threaten me. The only thing I can say is that I'm being transferred to "Bad Company".
I don't know why this unit is so called, but Hey! - it could mean almost anything. That's why I am sure that sooner or later calm down. Next week I will forward there and, it seems, immediately sent to the front. I look forward to meeting with his new team. Tell mom not to worry, because this time I am definitely going to do everything by the book and stay out of trouble... maybe.
In any case, there are 100,000 us goals, so I think there dosluzhivat his term will not like the easy. Not stand out from the crowd, not get into a stupid adventure, not to look for there are all sorts of pirate treasure... And certainly I'm not going to be a hero and single-handedly throw against the entire Russian Army.
The army is huge and well-coordinated mechanism, a brother in which I'm just a small cog, which is not exactly write in the Newspapers. But I hope that will meet with all of you soon enough. Take care of family.

Um... Private Terrence Sweetwater, "Bad Company"... Oh! I hope you still consider my request for translation. I mean, I don't know what exactly was in the company, or deserved it. But I don't know where on the server this virus came from and why his code was my name...
Yes, you at least remember where they sent me? I mean that guy on my team, not want to once again mention the names of other people... Oh, okay. His name is Haggard, and he's obviously got something wrong with his head everything in his field of vision, he tries to undermine! I hope my joint service with him will not last long.
Honestly, I can serve our army to the appropriate position. I'm very smart, really! I already have one higher education and I was planning to apply to College, and I have broad tactical possibilities...
Oh! Okay, I understand, but why for all that I have to sit here?! And if you are not going to consider my request, don't leave me here!..

Okay, I'll just look and speak. Just for you! Well...
Hi, mom! It's your favorite... who am I to you? Soon I will come back alive from the war in... um... Where am I now? I think somewhere in Europe. Hey, just wanted to thank you and the rest of the beef jerky you sent. Although, she tastes like...
Also wanted to tell you about my problems... Well, you know - I'm holding everything explodes. And you know what? For me, this is no longer a problem! The point is that kind of nice when you blow it up. To be honest, I think I accidentally blew up something that blow shouldn't have. It doesn't matter because even then I was transferred to another company, where everything is simply put...
But there is a lot of new friends! Sergeant, for example, or Sweetwater - the nerdy guy that looked like my younger brother. And although I look after him, but I don't think in our squad he will stay for a long time.
I gotta go, so bye everyone! And I love you, mom!

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.

- I'm not complaining, but these guys don't try to do everything to kill us?
They're going to fight us, we fight. We will win, right after you shut up, stupid!
- "Talking army bad army". Let's just get into them and destroy them all?

Hi! It is an ordinary Joe haggard, and I - an ordinary soldier. We can say, "shirt-guy", so don't be misled by my appearance. And don't listen to those who say that people around me usually die - it's not true. Well, I mean that we are at war still: here it happens. Here...
What have I forgotten? Oh Yes! I love to eat, especially like beer and a snack something simple. I love to blow up. Just remember, for me it fell, and in the army - on the contrary: we all want to do something blew up. Okay, if you remember the case when I mined the officer's latrine, I probably messed something up. But what was the explosion of beauty!

My name is Terrence Sweetwater. I want to tell You that all this military shit I don't care. I do not care. I went into the army, because it was the easiest way to get a scholarship. With my knowledge and skills I thought I was not going to fight on the front lines.
However, I was wrong. And now I'm here - "Bad Company". And this name was not chosen in vain, man. It is so bad that I probably will not shot enemies, and his own. It's a minus. Instead, we get a very cool "toy". Have you seen the new laser pointer? Pretty cool, huh?

Sergeant Samuel Redford reporting for duty... I say that I'm the first person transferred at their own request in "Bad Company" - a division with the highest percentage of mortality. In fact, we are all there sitting ducks for the enemy. However, that doesn't surprise me.
Believe me - I know what's at stake. But if I'm here on my own, and to leave me too, do not interfere. Just so you know, I love the army. And I'm proud to serve their homeland. But not now. A couple of weeks and I'm out of here. And the only person I plan to run after the service, with Marlin and tuna.

My name is Preston Marlowe. You know, when I was little I wanted to be in the military. Perhaps it runs in the family: my father fought in Vietnam and grandfather fought with the Nazis. I could not wait to fight for truth, justice and to defend the American way of life. I really learned what life in the army, only after we were sent to Europe. As it turned out, the war is pretty boring. At least if you're stuck somewhere waiting for further orders. I had to find some entertainment. And even if I put the helicopter several metres to the left, no one would notice...