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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on Apr 26, 2012 13:43:08 GMT -5
Bullshit, I can't hear you! *I yelled at the maggot before me. Pathetic, weak excuses for soldiers. All of them.* Now what is your name, Private?!
J-Johnson... sir...
I still can't hear you, maggot! *I spit on the private and moved on to the next one.* Are you gonna have some balls when you speak to me, or what?!
Sir, yes, sir!
Good. Now what is your name, maggot?
Philip, sir. Private Philip Anderson.
I like you, Philip! I'm gonna call you bitch-monkey from now on. Do you like that, Bitch-monkey?
Sir, no, Sir!
*I laughed at the soldier and punched him in the stomach.* Well, that's too bad, isn't it? *I moved again down the line, approaching a female.* Well, well, look what we have here, boys!
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Post by Rebecca Laney on Apr 26, 2012 13:56:22 GMT -5
*I stood at attention, looking straight ahead. When the Sergeant stopped in front of me my eyes were at the level of his chest; he wasn't a short man to begin with, but it didn't help that I'm barely 4'8''. I kept my face blank, waiting for a question, or an order, or something. Whatever he did, though, I knew I could take it. I was already at a disadvantage, and I wasn't about to give anyone a reason to look down on me more than they already did.*
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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on Apr 26, 2012 14:02:11 GMT -5
*I smirked and spat on the ground in front of her.* It's not everyday a lady tries to join my corps. What makes you think you've got what it takes? I've seen the strongest men come in here and leave crying. *I raise my voice so everyone can hear it.* Let that be a message to everyone! I am not your father, I am not your teacher! I am here to chew you up and spit you out! *I turn my attention back to the girl* What is your name, Private?
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Post by Rebecca Laney on Apr 26, 2012 14:11:55 GMT -5
Rebecca Laney, sir! If I'm a lady those men must have been schoolgirls, sir! *My voice was even, and I didn't make eye contact. His comment was far from unexpected, and I hoped I'd tread the line well; I wasn't intimidated by him, but I didn't want to sound too cocky either. But whoever thought I'd be the manicure type had another think coming.*
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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on Apr 26, 2012 14:26:32 GMT -5
Well, well! Looks like you got more balls on you than the boys in here! Let's hopw that comes out on the battlefield! Now, boys, I want you to take a good look at sugar tits here. She's going to be y'alls Den Mother. *I extended my hand out to Private Laney* Private, welcome to the 104th. Do not disappoint me.
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Post by Rebecca Laney on Apr 26, 2012 14:31:37 GMT -5
Glad to be here, sir! *I shook his hand firmly, half-expecting him to flip me or something* You won't be disappointed, sir!
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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on Apr 26, 2012 14:36:43 GMT -5
Laney, rally the maggots into the mess hall at 0900. I expect to see everyone there. *I about face and head towards my office where I will do nothing for two hours as the maggots prepare for something they will never truly be ready for. There is nothing worse than war, but nothing makes a man who is is faster. Laney is going to be interesting.*
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Post by Rebecca Laney on Apr 30, 2012 0:02:00 GMT -5
*My appointment as so-called "Den Mother" was about as much of a privilege as I thought it would be. As in, not at all. I think maybe three of the men actually responded when I announced five minutes to go, and of the three, two were watching their own watches so I probably had nothing to do with it. My second attempt got a few laughs in reply, which doubled in number when someone hollered something about my going on ahead and getting their food ready. At that, I stepped forward to the middle of the room, patience gone.*
ALL RIGHT. *The men quieted a bit at my shout, though nearly all were grinning.* No more fucking off! I said we'd all be there at 0900, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let a pack of giggling boy scouts say otherwise! You think I'm kidding? You think I'm talking shit? I don't need our good Sergeant Shepard to back me up, I'll take any one of you - but not right now, because you have three minutes to get your asses in the mess hall, and they're going to damned well be there or you're all going to find out exactly what I did to impress the recruiter so much! NOW GO!
*I didn't know how long the intimidation would last - especially since I hadn't done anything in particular, in regards to the recruiter - but at least I didn't get any immediate backtalk, and all the other recruits were in their places by the time Sgt. Shepard walked into the mess hall.*
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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on Apr 30, 2012 23:05:52 GMT -5
*I walked into the mess hall and, to my surprise, everyone was seated. I stood in front of everyone and saw Laney up front. She looked rather content. I nodded to her and whistled* Ladies! We are at war! We face an enemy that has threatened our shores, and they said your momma was a whore! Some of you will be deployed, some of you will wash out. I expect that some of you may even die before ending basic training! That is A-O.K. with me! Which one of you maggots knows who exactly we are fighting?
Terrorists, sir?
Terrorists!
Taliban!
Terrorists!
Nazis?
Who said that? *I looked out in the crowd, trying to find the joker.* Who the fuck said that?! *Everyone's attention turned to a boy in the middle of the mess hall. He was skinny with glasses, pale with blonde hair.* Well, well, if it isn't our very own resident Aryan! Come up here, boy! That was funny! *The boy inches his way up to where I am, and casually stands beside me. He smiles as people chuckle and laugh.* That was real funny, wasn't it? Just real damned funny. You know what else is funny? Bruises. Bruises are real damn funny! *I kick Aryan in the shin and he falls tot he ground, clutching his leg.* Now, you're gonna stay there as every damned person in this room walks by, and kicks you in the stomach. If you get up, I will beat you. *I look out to the crowd* If anyone shows him mercy, or refuses to kick him, you will join him! I have no room for comedians in my corps, and I have no room for pussies either! Line up, maggots!
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Post by Rebecca Laney on Apr 30, 2012 23:40:59 GMT -5
*There were a few unsure looks exchanged, but everyone filed into line. I was about halfway down, and as we started moving forward I watched the recruits ahead of me. A couple seemed to enjoy the charade, but most just gave the kid a token kick and moved on, looking somewhat embarrassed. I didn't like it, though - the whole idea of it - and by the time I was at the front I'd made up my mind and steeled my nerves. I stepped up to the young man on the ground, but then turned to look at the Sergeant.* Looks like you've got yourself another punching bag, sir. I won't kick a man while he's down, not just for being stupid enough to run his mouth. No disrespect intended, but if that makes me a coward then I guess that's what I am, sir.
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Post by Sgt. Normandy Shepard on May 2, 2012 18:07:14 GMT -5
I'm disappointed in you, Laney. I thought you had the making of a real soldier. Everyone, line up again! New target! *I stand up straight and tall as I watch the recruits line up again, passing by delivering their kicks one by one to both maggots.* No one here will get special treatment, no matter how "chummy" we get! You are all maggots, and not a single one of us is special! We are all the same organic sludge hard-pressed into a moving casket. We are targets with arms. You must be ruthless, and above all, you must follow orders! Am I clear? *The room echoed with the familiar, traditional chant of "oo-rah!"*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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