Utterly Mad

Corporal Lawrence Fleming sat in the back of the rattling truck as it bumped its way down the mortar-ravaged road. His young, relatively clean face contrasted sharply with that of the driver, with short brown hair tucked underneath his steel helmet. Cpl. Fleming was trying his best to both keep his mind off of the hell they were about to get into, and practice his abilities to fight, pointed his rifle in the air, continuously working the bolt as fast as he can. *tk-chk-CHK* went the bolt as Lawrence opened and closed the bolt over and over again, hoping this will help keep him from getting killed.

((Are we playing as one country in particular, or can our rifles and gear come from a mix of nations?))