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The general's words echoed in his ears. "Sergeant Miller, you’re being reassigned to the artillery division." Private Miller stood at attention, the midday sun beating down on his freshly polished boots. The announcement hit him like a physical blow. His jaw clenched, his mind racing. He, a seasoned infantryman, a man who lived and breathed close-quarters combat, was being asked to operate… cannons? He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, a prickling heat crawling up his neck. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The bustling activity of the base seemed to fade into a dull hum, leaving him adrift in a sea of bewilderment.