Triple Zero (Star Wars: Republic Commando, #2)

by Karen Traviss

I’m wondering what kind of government I’m working for. One with a slave army, that’s what. You know how that makes me feel? Disgusted. Betrayed. Angry.”

“I didn’t have a mother or a father, but a stranger willingly chose me to be his son. You had a mother and father, and they let strangers take you. No, General, don’t pity me. You’re the one who’s had the worse deal.”

We drill them and medicate them and shunt them from battle to battle without a day off, no rest, no fun, and then we scrape them off the battlefield and send what’s left standing back to the front.”

When you can no longer know what your nation or your government stands for, or even where it is, you need a set of beliefs you can carry with you and cling to. You need a core in your heart that will never change.