The shame of it all, almost too much to bear. The insults were thick and hurtful, I was being called the “New Vart”, I’m not sure what that means but it must be really bad. After I purged my teammates from the rearm pad I had to wipe the splatter off of my canopy and up again with a heavy heart for my fallen comrades. I hope I did everyone proud by the score I achieved, I could have done better had I had a full load of ammo and if I had not had Trainees innards obscuring my view.
P.S. I did stand in the corner facing the wall for half an hour after i was killed.