Jimmy Jane

chapter 5 ~ Guns "n" Mud

Jimmy Jane

Chapter 5 ~ Guns “n” Mud

Jane’s P.O.V

 “Alright boys, this is your second last day of training, we are going to work all that SOOKINESS and I want my mummy SHIT out of your system!” The commander walks along my line, his cheap aftershave able to be smelt from three meters away. He inspects our uniform: Green cargo pants (specifically made for holding belts of bullets and knives), a green or gray t-shirt that is made out of this really soft material which is bad for me because on the other guys it clings to their abs, but I, naturally don’t have abs so my top shows a wimpy looking torso (remember my boobs are closely strapped to my chest), a green protective weather bearing jacket, steel capped boots, and of course a gun strapped across our shoulders.

The commander is a big man, bulky shoulders and a bald shiny head. Well not really my type considering he is what? Fifty? But he is nicer than the other trainers who make you do the obstacle courses and tracking systems and all that other stuff, which we have already completed in the other five days we have been here.

The crunching of the commanders boots on the gravel stops in front of me, I straighten up and raise my chin.

“TUCKER” he barks.

I raise my hand and salute.

“Sir, yes sir,” I say giving a slight stamp of my foot. It is the weirdest greeting I have ever had to give normally for a young women like me it is something like “Hello, you’re looking radiant today” or “how wonderful for you to join us”. Not stamping my foot.

The Commander leans forward, his hot coffee smelling breath wafting into my face.

“Your gun is on the wrong shoulder,” he barks again “Fix it.”

His footsteps stop at the person next to me and I fumble with adjusting my gun. Okay so maybe I didn’t get up at the crack of dawn today like everyone else and had five minutes to get to roll call, which for any girl is a rush but for me it was more like chaos, thank the lord no guys were left in my dorm.

“Alright soldiers, this is going to be a fast paced day, there has been an urgent call from Vietnam and a new ship load of troops are to be flown in tomorrow noon. You boys are the best we have at the moment so pack your crap and be in main hall at 11am sharp. You get the morning of to do whatever you sissys do, call your mums, have a last shampoo, whatever luxuries you can get your scrawny fingers on, Because in Vietnam” He stops and stands in front of the whole troop, his hands pressed behind his back, puffing his chest out like a proud cockatoo. “In Vietnam, nobody’s going to take any shit”.

I always wonder, why do the commando’s always act so tough like they know what the war is like because really they are still here, teaching others how to try and not get killed and how to kill another. But really how many people have they killed?

None, they just like to pick on the fresh meat like a pack of lions, but really when you take away the hard out shell covering of their exterior you’ll probably find he has a tattoo of his mum’s name on his bottom.

“Today, you’re going to pair up, we are going to do some shooting and hand to hand combat, really in normal situations you’ll require about three days of fighting practice but now you only have one, so pair UP!” he barks.

Everyone around me picks their partner, it’s like high school, the tough guys pick the tough guys and the wimpy one picks me. I am always paired with Edward; we are the two scrawniest of the lot. But unlike high school people don’t joke around and jump on each other’s backs. We all walk around with a purpose a quite purpose, for some that purpose is to honor our country, for some it is to revenge on a family members death and for some (well only me) it is to be united with our love.