Post by ♠Pvt. James Harland on Jan 16, 2009 21:44:20 GMT -5
"Why on God's great Earth are we out here?" A private standing next to James as they jogged down a dirt path with 20 other soldiers of the 101st, in the baking hot sun. "Sarge says it builds character" James replied, "Corse he also said that there weren't any traps in the barn" James said, he was refering to the late sergeant who was killed while on patrol, "yeah Boom" the private replied, his name was Mac, or thats what everyone called him. The group stopped and caught a four second break before that damned sergeant sent them to the obstacle course. James ran up the ramp, and onto the small wooden platform, Mac was right behind him, James grabbed a long rope, there were six, James stepped back, and swung to the other platform, James moved up the ladder and onto the next platform, he grabbed the next rope and swung to the last platform, over his half track that the U.S. Army had so kindly left in his care, as he passed over the Half track he noticed the name Lola painted on its left side in red lettering, James and some of his enlisted buddies named the rig Lola, why, who knows, but nobody has complained. James lept off the last platform, hit the ground rolled, pulled out his training knife, and threw it at the target. The knife flew right into the dummies throat. James collapsed to the floor, panting heavily, he was at least a good ten seconds ahead of Mac. "Excellent timing" the Sergeant said, "alright Harland you can take a break" he said as he went back to yelling at the soldiers still trying to finish. 'Damn your fast" Mac said, panting like a race dog, "no your just too slow" James replied, he pushed himself up, and moved towards a small table that had some water set up for the soldiers. James grabbed a cup, and chugged it down, the Sergeant was yelling at everyone but James, since James wasn't getting chewed out he squatted down, apparently the soldiers had to go do it again if they couldn't do it under 60 seconds. "Harland go hit the range" the Sergeant barked, "Yes sir" James said as he marched down the dirt path to the shooting range, he grabbed an M1 off the rack, it wasn't his M1, it was weathered, and the stock looked like it could use a fresh coat, James brought the dummy into his sights, and let loose with a barrage of bullets. The dummy shuddered as the three bullets entered its forehead, james spent the rest of the clip in the Dummy's gut. James decided to switch his M1 out for a better one while no one was looking, he checked the rifle, it was all good. After a good thirty minutes of shooting at dummy's the group left, unfortunately that wasn't the end, now everyone was getting suited up, and they were going to take Lola out for a quick test run, time how fast everyone gets in and out, and all that jazz. James got behind the wheel, he slammed on the gas, and unlike a jeep, Lola slowly rumbled forward, James made a right turn, and backed up so the squad of men could get in, the Sergeant sent them down a road, and into another field all together, by the looks of it, it was 29th. The sergeant had something planned, he yelled, and James slowed Lola down, he heard the sounds of the squad disembarking, and the Sergeant ordering them back on. After forty minutes of driving around the 29th's training grounds, providing a quick laugh to the training 29th grunts, and Mac tripping while disembarking, the Sergeant finally let them go back. Loal thundered back into the 101st compound, a good couple of miles from the 29th. James parked Loal right next to the shooting range, and got out, it was about 3:00 pm James guessed, and headed to the growing line to get in the mess.
