Scotts said as he pulled the high collar of his seldom-used dress uniform away from his neck. “And these damn pants are too stiff.” Gold stripes ran down the sides of his pants, and his rank was displayed on both sleeves of his tunic. His left shoulder displayed the infantry patch of the United Consortium of Planets ground forces, and he also wore the silver winged insignia indicating his status as a pilot, although he was primarily an infantry grunt now.“Corporal, shut up.” Sergeant Matthias sipped from a glass filled with a bright green liquid, holding a cigar in his other hand. His right arm was in a clear sling that suspended his healing arm. He was doing much better, albeit still very sore. Like Scotts and the others, he wore his dark blue dress uniform. Medals from various campaigns decorated the jacket, rivaling those of Colonel Chuikova. Captain Cruwell and the colonel stood just outside the oaken doors that led into the office of Marshal Von Jesonik, with Matthias, and Scotts close behind them.
