Ord Denon, battle of Ailuron. Two weeks we'd been stuck on that planet, trading fire with some bozos over god knows what. An artillery strike hits a whole damn corral of Banthas, nails one of the bulls in the head. So, me and a non-clone sergeant, our eyes meet, and we resolve we're not letting that hairy beast bleed out for nothing. We have eight of our guys dive in, cleave off nearly a hundred kilos off of that big thing with vibroblades, and then raid the barn nearby for supplies. I find some scotch and some wheat, and make us the biggest pile of Bantha slow-roast you've ever seen.
Don't get me wrong, war is hell and stuff, but frankly, even on a battlefield, enjoying the little things helps.
What vice do ya indulge in?