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 I will never surrender of my own volition. If in command, I will never surrender the members of my
command while they still have the will and/or means to resist.

ARTICLE III

If I am captured, I will continue to resist by any and all means available. I will make every effort to
escape and to aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.

ARTICLE IV

If I become a prisoner of war, I will keep faith with my fellow prisoners. I will give no information nor
take part in any action which might be harmful to fellow Alliance citizens. If I am senior, I will take
command. If not, I will obey the lawful orders of those appointed over me and will uphold them in every
way.

ARTICLE V

Should I become a prisoner of war, I am required to give name, rank, and willingly submit to retinal and
DNA analysis. I will evade answering further questions to the utmost of my ability and will not submit to
cerebral scans of any kind. I will make no oral, written, or electronic statements disloyal to the alliances
or harmful to their cause.

ARTICLE VI

I will never forget that I am fighting for freedom, that I am responsible for my actions, and that I am
dedicated to the principles that make my world free. I will trust in my god or gods and in the Terran
Alliances forever.

PART 1

Brothers in Arms

1

The rope snapped,and I plunged toward the canyon floor, some three hundred meters below.

Later on, Squad Sergeant Judiah Pope would learn that my rope had been cut, but his investigation into
the incident would prove futile. Problem was, everyone in the Eighty-first Squad wanted me dead.
Everyone except Dina, who felt more pity than resentment toward me, and my older brother, Jarrett,
who would rather I experience pain. A whole lot of pain.

Pope had us ascending and rappelling a wall of mottled strata that South PointтАЩs first cadet corps had
dubbed тАЬWhore FaceтАЭ since she offered so many good hand-and footholds. The sergeant had, in all of
his oratory splendor, told us, тАЬYou fuckinтАЩ first years ainтАЩt gonna get the luxury of no combat skins yet.
YouтАЩre gonna climb this face with ropes, then youтАЩre gonna come down this face with ropes. No
super-hero bullshit. Now I wanna hear you call out. On belay? On! Ready to climb? Ready! DonтАЩt let
me see you screwinтАЩ up.тАЭ

My father, a soft-spoken mineralogist who worked for the Inte-Micro Corporation, had always told me
that only the ignorant resorted to profanity. I had never heard more swearing than I had during the end of