Chapter 3.

The rafts were waiting. Hunderds of troops, all on the beaches. This isnt a retreat or anything. The frontlines are still stable. However these troops are on their way to the republic of carno that has recently declared its alliegence to the Free States. Bob is among those being repositioned. Filed into lines waiting to board the rafts out in the bay, bob fixes his eyes on the water. A rifle in hand. The line shuffels forward. Bob takes a step and nearly trips but rights himself with the butt of his gun. Soon enough he will be on a raft. On the northern front....

-Bob