Utterly Mad

Seb had laid out his personal armaments laid out on the wooden crate the armorer had given him, taking inventory as the CO's voice crackled to life over the radio.  He set his jaw, rolling a few loose .50 caliber rounds in his right paw like dice as the man gave his speech, snorting in derision as it came to a close.  Setting the bullets down, he says outloud, "Hard to believe.  What do you lot think?"  He takes a drink from his flask, freshly filled with more tea as he listens to replies.  He knew that he couldn't trust the CO at any rate, as his words seemed aimed at dehumanizing the opposition, though maybe asking those under his command wasn't much better, as a few of them didn't appear to care from his perspective.