Firebird 1:100

"Our commander has three weeks left before he retires with honors. I've lost count of how many years he's been here, bringing order to the chaos, turning greenhorns into true machines of war. He has no family, no friends, and no higher purpose. He simply does his job like no one before him, and perhaps no one after. He is our father, our messiah, and the steel wall that keeps evil from entering our minds and hearts. How many lives he's saved just by teaching his platoon how to survive in the conditions we're sent to. How many tears he's saved for the mothers and wives of my fellow soldiers... And yet, he has nothing of his own, nothing and no one. The only thing he's always wanted, besides us standing strong, is the Firebird. Yes, the very model of the muscle car from the billboard. Black as a crow's wing. But we know he can't afford it. Sir, but we can, sir! Yes, it's not quite the same, but we don't have a car dealership here, and we thought you'd like it just as much. You still have