Heavy Weapon Specialist Reíður Rokoturuta
"Hey Reíður, looking good!" Dacapo greeted the heavy weapons specialist as she was running around the encampment the fifth platoon and hq company had been settled into.
"Thanks, genius-man!"
"Hehehehe" Quite a few fusiliers had started calling Dacapo that, for his immaculate precision when directing artillery strikes on their behalf, sometimes hitting a specific part of a tank to take it out of action, or similarly difficult feat.
He didn't dwell on the misses, they happened, sometimes you didn't account for the wind, sometimes the target moved in an unexpected manner. His sister was a big help in understanding this, sometimes the world worked in mysterious ways, sometimes, he just didn't perceive it as such.
"Ra? We gotta talk..."
"Thanks, genius-man!"
"Hehehehe" Quite a few fusiliers had started calling Dacapo that, for his immaculate precision when directing artillery strikes on their behalf, sometimes hitting a specific part of a tank to take it out of action, or similarly difficult feat.
He didn't dwell on the misses, they happened, sometimes you didn't account for the wind, sometimes the target moved in an unexpected manner. His sister was a big help in understanding this, sometimes the world worked in mysterious ways, sometimes, he just didn't perceive it as such.
"Ra? We gotta talk..."
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