"Hey sarge."

"Yeah, Kev." I said, slowly turning away from the edge.

"What are you staring at? Not like there is anything to see anymore, them bastards have taken everything."

I could see the anger weld up behind the words, feel the resentment at the world that has been lost to them.

"Nothing really Kev. Just remebering the first time I laid eyes on a frosty." I said with a rueful smile on my face.

"Sure turned my balls to ice, let me tell you." I said, " I can still feel the creeping cold everytime."

Kev walked over to stand next to me.

"You think we will ever be rid of the bastards?" he asks.

His eyes take on that faraway look that we all know, the longing for what will never be again.

"No, Kev, the best we can hope for is that we kill enough of the fuckers to give us a little room to move."

"This is not our world anymore. Hell, this universe belongs to them now."

I turn around and head towards my gear, this war is not one that we can win.