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Monday. November 10th. 1940.
A Ten-hut! Roared into the air. Sergeant Malik stood tall, around six foot, with both arms folded behind his back. The dark, almost forest green uniform property worn and tucked in. Fort Benning, a Amrit training camp. Known for some of the greatest soldiers to ever go out to serve. Now, due to the pressure of the war over Europe, any training for the effort were cut in half. It seemed the boys in Washington had decided that more men on the front lines were more important than properly trained men.
“I said Ten-hut!” Malik repeated, as those, still very green looking soon to be fighting soldiers, rushed into formation. Malik was forty. A few scars existed across his face from his own time serving. Though, despite that and his booming voice, he was a rather calm man. “Today marks our last week together, before you lot are sent off to win the war.” He started to pace side to side, tracing the men. “I have done everything in my power to prepare you for said War. Some of you will never see those standing besides you know, ever again. So I want all of you, to take this time to give your fellow brothers in arm, one final smile.”
The order was out. And slowly, the private’s began to glance side to side. In the second row, Jonah Joestar stood, with his arms to his side. Slowly, his chin turned to each side. Both light blue eyes taking up and down of those besides him.
That was one way to start the morning off...” He thought, noting the man to his right. Private Kelly. A young man from New York.
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It was early. Too early, at that. And far too early to be getting yelled at. And, on top of that, it was way, way too early to think about the fact they'd probably wouldn't be alive by the end of the year.
Mord fought back a yawn, listening to what Sergeant Malik had to tell them. That man... had put them through way too much trouble. He had to be thankful he still had his legs. Yet, he had to admit, that sergeant had gone through a lot to prepare them. For what? To win the war, of course. Because it was a given that they were going to win. Sure, they had powerful countries on their side, but those bad guys sure seemed scary, too. At Malik's last words, he glanced from side to side. It was weird. There were so many privates, but he knew almost all of them by name. To his right was Private Lawson and Private George, and to his left was Private Kelly, a boy from New York, and... Private Joestar.
Ugh.
How didn't he notice he was so close to him? Mord couldn't stand the punk's stench. Grounding his teeth together, he rolled his eyes and averted his eyes. No matter what he seemed to do, that Joestar kid somehow got close to him. They always sat together when they ate, or were near each other went they went to take a piss... hell, even their bunks were close to one another. It was so terrible, that people started to think they were friends. I'm the furthest thing from his friend, he thought to himself as he accidentally made eye contact with Jonah, quickly looking away afterwards. I'm not goin' outta my way to save him if I gotta.
A Ten-hut! Roared into the air. Sergeant Malik stood tall, around six foot, with both arms folded behind his back. The dark, almost forest green uniform property worn and tucked in. Fort Benning, a Amrit training camp. Known for some of the greatest soldiers to ever go out to serve. Now, due to the pressure of the war over Europe, any training for the effort were cut in half. It seemed the boys in Washington had decided that more men on the front lines were more important than properly trained men.
“I said Ten-hut!” Malik repeated, as those, still very green looking soon to be fighting soldiers, rushed into formation. Malik was forty. A few scars existed across his face from his own time serving. Though, despite that and his booming voice, he was a rather calm man. “Today marks our last week together, before you lot are sent off to win the war.” He started to pace side to side, tracing the men. “I have done everything in my power to prepare you for said War. Some of you will never see those standing besides you know, ever again. So I want all of you, to take this time to give your fellow brothers in arm, one final smile.”
The order was out. And slowly, the private’s began to glance side to side. In the second row, Jonah Joestar stood, with his arms to his side. Slowly, his chin turned to each side. Both light blue eyes taking up and down of those besides him.
That was one way to start the morning off...” He thought, noting the man to his right. Private Kelly. A young man from New York.
----
It was early. Too early, at that. And far too early to be getting yelled at. And, on top of that, it was way, way too early to think about the fact they'd probably wouldn't be alive by the end of the year.
Mord fought back a yawn, listening to what Sergeant Malik had to tell them. That man... had put them through way too much trouble. He had to be thankful he still had his legs. Yet, he had to admit, that sergeant had gone through a lot to prepare them. For what? To win the war, of course. Because it was a given that they were going to win. Sure, they had powerful countries on their side, but those bad guys sure seemed scary, too. At Malik's last words, he glanced from side to side. It was weird. There were so many privates, but he knew almost all of them by name. To his right was Private Lawson and Private George, and to his left was Private Kelly, a boy from New York, and... Private Joestar.
Ugh.
How didn't he notice he was so close to him? Mord couldn't stand the punk's stench. Grounding his teeth together, he rolled his eyes and averted his eyes. No matter what he seemed to do, that Joestar kid somehow got close to him. They always sat together when they ate, or were near each other went they went to take a piss... hell, even their bunks were close to one another. It was so terrible, that people started to think they were friends. I'm the furthest thing from his friend, he thought to himself as he accidentally made eye contact with Jonah, quickly looking away afterwards. I'm not goin' outta my way to save him if I gotta.