"Not in here!" says the Medic with a smile. "Outside, I sink, you'll get your chance. Today we escort a high explosive payload to its destination, but ze tracks pass under quite a bit of scrutiny. Claim ze high ground und enough Reds will come to you to satisfy any man's bloodlust."

"Ach, but I forget. Here is ze uniform, und ze helmet, und ze shotgun und entrenching tool. Herr Soldier keeps ze edges sharp in case a Red needs to be shortened by several inches."