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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2326263" data-attributes="member: 26473">Pausing long enough to scan the terrain he's taken as his own to survey, Normand continues, “So…  Despite the interruption, do you figure this will be enough to qualify as our last training mission? I must say I'm eager to go on to the real stuff.”Lavareaux frowns. “This is as real as it gets, mon costaud.” Satisfied for the moment that there is no activity, the Picard reaches for his canteen. “We’re supposed to have four more training jumps at Blida. Two low-level jumps, two night jumps. No more field ‘exercises’. We’ll get our wings when we get back, but they won’t assign us to our regular billets until we’ve completed the full course.” He takes a swig from the canteen, spining the cap back into place as he glances at the sun shining high in the sky overhead. “Make sure you drink your water.” Lavareaux looks around at the dead fellaghas. “When Marcel gets back, we’ll organize a scavenging party, get the fells’ canteens. Maybe some more bandages.”The canteen is back in its cover. “Keep an eye on that Russian out there,” instructs the caporal-chef, nodding toward Pyotr.</blockquote>