For soldiers, in some cases, death is part of their job.It repeated again and again - the orders from the brass treating us like expendables, and thinking about killing the enemies without sacrificing anyone.Worn down little-by-little through uncountable continuous battles...
Then finally, the majority of our squad died when the light cruiser class appeared for the first time in the mopping-up operation.
Those bastards killed and devoured them.This is something I understand well.The current Battleship- and Aircraft Carrier-classes are probably the result of eating the shipgirls sunk in other sea areas, too.
These bastards are evolving as well.I had suffered heavy injuries, and was in the midst of being discharged - I think it was then.In that battle, we discovered yet another danger of those bastards.
Perhaps as a consequence of devouring humans, they began to get smaller, and on top of that, were getting closer to humanoid forms.But even so, I was displeased with the superiors' roundabout ways to say 'go and die'...
I wasn't gonna die or let anyone get killed.
