Rico tries to think about it.

"You know, I should have had a plan, but I just never really thought I would have a future. Still don't."

He makes a disgusted noise.

"Hell, you think this is fine, like, in general? Soldiers are nothing but cannon fodder, even the best ones. I was drafted because I was better off as cannon fodder, I guess, but...Is this really all there is? For me, for you, for all of us?"