Gods Praise Chapter 2

First Corporal Italus Remus slowly got up from the uncomfortable folding chair set in front of Legate General Vibius' desk inside his tent sitting half a mile from where the battle was still waging. He had been chosen to be part of the debriefing due to the insistence from Centurion Captain Evander. He hadn't wanted to leave his post for some debriefing the Legate General wanted because he wasn't man enough to go down to the battlefield and see how fucked things really were.

Vibius stood and leaned over his desk with his hand extended. Italus met his hand and shook it. He hadn't heard a word from the General so he decided to shake his hand and issue a quick. "Yes sir, Gods Praise." He said using the normal military goodbye for Superior Officers.

It seemed to work because the General dismissed him as soon as he had. Italus quickly turned and walked outside of the tent. He opened the flap and continued outside where he was met by Evander and two other soldiers, which Italus assumed were the Captain's personal guards. The First Corporal checked their tags when he approached. Legionnaire Sergeant Octavianus and Lower Sergeant Brutus. Both still looked new. As if they hadn't seen any combat. They still had their helmets, their uniforms were unscathed, and there wasn't a scratch on either of them.

Their chest armor still had the glossy black shine to it with their respected ranks painted on the front. Definitely two reserves. Lucky bastards.

"Italus." Evander spoke. "I still have some debriefing to do with the Legate, I'm sending you and a group of rooks to the Attack Camp at the front. I need you to show them to Quartermaster Avitus, then send 'em to First Lieutenant Cyrus. He'll take them off your hands." He reported.

Italus nodded. "Yes sir. Where are the rooks?" He asked.

The Centurion Captain pointed over towards the mess tent of the Forward Operating Base. "Go grab a meal and the group is led by a Miles Corporal Maximus. They're new so just try not to make them shit their pants. I already clean up enough around here." Evander said. He saluted and walked off towards the Legate General's tent.

Italus saluted. "Sir, Gods Praise." He said before walking to the mess. Great, babysitting rooks up to the front. He needed a meal first.