"ON YOUR FEET! EVERYONE UP! MISSION BRIEFING AT ZERO FOUR THIRTY! GET DRESSED AND DON'T BE LATE! NOW MOVE IT MARINES!"
I'm 22 years old, my name is Alexander Carrow, sometimes called "Stitches" by my military friends, and I have never known a Galaxy without war. This war that has been raging twice as long as I have been alive has now been a pivotal aspect on almost two generations of people, this is merely the start of my chapter.
Rolling out of bed and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I wonder how the hell I ever wound up here. I had grown up in a fairly Rural part of Alpha Centauri 4, known as Artio, with two loving parents. Most of my best memories are of going on various outdoor trips with my parents. Unfortunately that wouldn't last as long as I would have liked and they died in a car crash when I was 17. After kicking around the foster system for a year I decided to enlist in order to escape that life. My outdoors skills stood me in good stead during basic training and all that followed. When the time came to choose a specialization I volunteered to be trained as a squad medic, though my tracking and outdoors skills could have led me to another profession. I just didn't want anyone to die who could be saved ever again.
Quickly getting dressed it was time to report for assignments. Turns out we get to report to a hilly forested area that will be just my speed, hopefully my first deployment goes well. I don't reallly know my squad yet but they seem very experienced, gotta wonder why they're training rookies like me in that case.