TROOPSHIP, GRUNTS FROM ON HIGH....
Troop Ship High above a blue planet with no name, Just coordinates upon a star chart, A ship was in high randomized orbit, She was not a carrier, giant among mighty, Nor was she a sleek destroyer prowling for prey. She was but a troop ship, festooned with landing pods, Her cargo not that different than on the voyage to Troy, The Marines aboard her, warriors all, The young, not so young, but no old, Of old Arth and the colonies many were they. Bearers of a mantel of pride five centuries bloody,... Sign in to see full entry.