output("\n\n<i>“Oh, I didn’t listen. She called me stubborn, said that a headstrong attitude and a strong arm might win some battles but would mean certain death in others. You would think I’d listen to one of the greatest commanders in our nation, but something in me just refused to accept it.”</i> She shakes her head.\n\n<i>“So when the ceasefire was forced on us by the alien fleet that appeared above our world, Colonel Kalayna made it quite clear that someone as decorated as I would be the best choice to assist the Scarlet Federation ambassador. Of course, while being an ambassador is a prestigious position, being the assistant of one is practically a career death sentence for a war hero. So now, while the generals and their toadies are busy arguing over which of the brass gets assigned as the head honcho here, I’m stuck doing all of their work with practically no support structure in place. Kalayna is leading my old regiment now, sitting comfortably in Kressia and probably raiding some Gold stashes of that disgusting tit-sap of theirs. That swill sure would suit her perfectly. I couldn’t even bring my trench wives along. Was told the practice of keeping them wouldn’t appeal to your people, and that I’d be better off not flaunting it at you.”</i>");
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output("\n\nSo the Reds would take prisoners as sex slaves in all but name, but doing so allowed them to be better protected and keep up the morale of the troops?");
output("\n\n<i>“Essentially,”</i> Nehzara agrees. <i>“And it’s not as though it’s as inhumane as other alternatives. Would you rather the prisoners be rotting in a jail, waiting to be traded with their original government like chattel for some of ours? Ha. The Golds use gas and bombs; they hardly ever take any prisoners that way. Any of ours they take are going to be traded for officers and important personnel, not some infantrywoman who surrendered when her machine-gun nest was stormed. A good portion of the wives are reasonably happy, and I’ve heard of genuine bonds of affection forming between soldier and trench wife... though I’ll fully admit that it’s quite rare, even if it does truly exist.”</i>");
output("\n\nThe colonel shrugs and sits back in her chair. <i>“What can I tell you, Steele? Soldiers have a tendency to take trophies. It’s a coping mechanism, well-documented by psychs at home. Would you rather they simply shoot prisoners who surrender, or lock them in a jail cell for years and years while they’re forgotten by their own people? If some soldiers see Gold women as nothing more than potential spoils of war to be taken and sexually conquered, then that’s an unfortunate price to pay for the general welfare of prisoners on the whole.”</i>");
