Pontrilas Army Training Area, four days later:
Y/N was sat at a desk with a file for the soldier in front of him.
"You've never been up on a charge? Never been insubordinate?" Y/N asked.
"No sir." The Soldier said as Y/N shook his head.
"Why the fuck not?" Y/N said as he put the file away. "Next!"
A man arrived, he looked young, around 19, he had a moustache.
"Private Liam Johnson, 10th Highland Grenadiers, I'm looking to increase my kill count sir, I was told that you could help me sir." The soldier said as Y/N looked at him.
"What's your current kill count?"
"35, sir." Johnson answered.
"All right, go and join those men over there." Y/N said as he pointed to his two seconds in command.
Both men had gone through training with Y/N in the Commandos, and both men had a talent for surviving suicide missions, They had both survived Dunkirk and had since been constantly stood down by command.
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