Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2 “BASIC TRAINING”
I woke up in a large, open room with metal bunk beds lining the walls and a concrete floor. I rubbed my temples, trying to remember anything from before, but all I got was a splitting headache. Along with me, there were dozens of other men dressed in drab green fatigues, all of us wearing the same confused expression on our faces. The flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh, pale glow over everything, adding to the confusion and disorientation I felt.
Suddenly, a voice boomed through a loudspeaker, startling me. "Attention, recruits! You have been selected for a special program. You will be trained to be soldiers, the best soldiers there is. Report to the drill instructor in the courtyard in five minutes. Failure to comply will result in punishment."
I got out of bed and joined the other recruits as we shuffled out of the barracks and into the courtyard. We formed a rough line and stood at attention, waiting for the drill instructor to arrive. And when he did, I was immediately intimidated. He was a tall, imposing figure with a buzz cut and a scar running down the side of his face. He wore a black beret and a stern expression, and carried a riding crop, which he used to rap his hand against his thigh as he walked.
"Listen up, maggots!" he barked. "I am your drill instructor, and from now on, you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?" We nodded in unison, too afraid to speak. "Good. Because you are the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth. You have been given a second chance, a chance to prove yourselves, to be something more than what you were. But let me be clear: this is not a vacation. This is not a spa. This is boot camp. And it will be the hardest thing you've ever done. Do you understand?"
We nodded again, and the drill instructor began pacing up and down the line, barking orders and insults. The physical training was brutal. He made us run endless laps, do pushups and sit-ups until our muscles burned, and then run some more. He made us carry heavy weights and crawl through the mud. He made us stand at attention for hours in the hot sun and the pouring rain. He broke us down, over and over again, until we were nothing but aching, exhausted shells of our former selves.
But as brutal as the drill instructor was, he was also a skilled teacher. He taught us how to shoot, how to throw a punch, how to move silently and undetected. He taught us tactics and strategy, how to read a map and navigate in the wilderness. He taught us to survive, to fight, to kill.
One of the first things he taught us was the importance of discipline and obedience. "You will do exactly as I say, when I say it," he would bark. "No questions asked. You are not your own person anymore. You are soldiers, and you will act as such." And, gradually, we did. We learned to follow orders without hesitation, to work as a team, to rely on each other in battle.
As time went on, the training became more and more intense. We were pushed to our limits, physically and mentally, but we didn't give up. We were determined to prove ourselves, to become the best soldiers we could be. And, eventually, we did.
When the training was over, we were no longer the same people we had been when we first arrived. We were stronger, faster, smarter. We were warriors, ready to fight, ready to kill.
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