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| Fan Fiction
by Apok Chapter 2 The next day our quarters, along with five others assembled out on the
grass. There was a drill instructor, maybe thirty or so with buckteeth,
and a disgusting western accent. He yelled at us for fifteen minutes
about how proud of a nation we were, and how we were going to kick those
alien invaders right off this planet, blah, blah, blah. Unfortunately
for him I left my enthusiasm back at the command post's front door.
Next he gave each of us our guns, and gave yet another boring speech.
He then went through all the different firing positions, how to use our
gun, how to do this and that. I personally thought the gun was just
a stupid heavy machine gun. I would rather have a light pistol than
this steel thirty pound firing mechanism. The rest of the day was boring,
we were given numerous speeches, and we did a few physical exercises, after
that, we were sent back to our quarters. On the way back I saw one
of the command instructors, I ran up to him and asked, "When are we going
to start some real training?" he gave me a three toothed half confused
grin, and said, "You kidin? That was your training! Your just a little
too eager for battle son, but don't worry, you'll get over it.".... "Oh,
… that's, uh,.. good sir." I mumbled, he smiled and walked off.
I stood there in a confused stare, unmoving as the endless trail of draftees
walked past me, at least, untill one of those loud draftee's pushed me
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