USCMRPG

"Roger that Top. I speak Spanish, English, Japanese, Arabic, and German."

Henniger sat where indicated and rested his coffee cup on the tabletop. "Rifleman Sergeant Major. Got adequate with a bypass kit, I do languages some." He sipped his coffee. "Just assigned from 9th Marines, Gulf Company off the Epstein. A couple years checking on mining interests and pharmacy coloni...

Henniger walked into the chow hall and looked around as he grabbed a tray of soypro which was steaming and looked nothing like the advertised "bacon and eggs, 1 serving) from the dispenser unit. At least it was hot. Grabbing juice and coffee he found an aluminum table as yet empty and started gettin...

Henniger quietly went about squaring his gear away. He didn't have much besides his combat gear aboard. Being reassigned, especially to a combat attrtitted unit meant traveling light. He usually looked forward to buying comfort items off outgoing personnel, but it didn't look like anyone was shippin...