Pewdie pov.
We all sit in a large lecture hall, waiting for our commanding officer to show up. The room is filled with hushed murmurs and whispers. There are people from all over the world in this small row. There are probably about twenty people and only five or six are from America.
I looked over to Ken to ask him if he had any idea about what was going on, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman. Tall, with green cameo pants and black tank top and combat boots. Her red-orange hair tied in a messy ponytail at the top of her head. She struts over to the podium and looks out at us. An almost imperceptible look of curiosity on her face. She puts her hands on the podium and leans into them before speaking. "Let's get one thing straight, I am not going to be your stereotypical drill Sergeant. I'm not here to brake you down just to build you back up again. I don't see you as worthless maggots. But I also don't see you as children. You are all here as a liability as well as a necessity. You are a danger to yourself and others and you need to show me what makes you worth fighting with! You are expensive and you need to show me why you're worth every penny! What possible reason do you have as for why you're worth the effort! I don't hate all of you but I sure as hell don't like you! You want me to like you? You want me to respect you? Then prove why you're with liking, why you're worth respecting!" She steps back and stands in front of the podium with her hands on her hips. She glares at us and I feel way past comfort. I honestly would have preferred her call us maggots and worthless because that's what I was expecting. I was ready for it. I don't think any of us were ready for this. "In this war there is no winning or loosing. There is surviving or dying! Keeping you alive takes effort. It takes sacrifice! Highly decorated officers, such as myself, are spending precious time on you, don't let that go to waste!" She spat the words like venom. "Why do you deserve to survive?" She looks at the row of people in front of her. "Attention!" She calls and we all stand up and solute. "So tell me private, why are you worth my time?" She asks a woman with a purple streak in her hair.
"So I can serve my country and protect my home!" The woman shouts. She has a strong British accent and seems more then a little unnerved. The sergeant just continues her stoic stare as she walks to someone else in line.
She walks up to a man with grayish-brown hair and bright blue eyes. "And you private?"
"So that I can make sure I have a home to return to!" This man has a mild Irish accent and a loud voice. The sergeants face stayed a blank mask.
She walked right up to me and asked; "And you?"
"So that I can keep a promise I made!" I shout. Her face changes slightly but not enough to note.
"And what did you promise soldier?"
"I promised to make it back!"
"What for?"
"To start a family with my husband." I say it quieter this time but I stay attention. The faces around me show pity and I can't help but notice the small smile on the sergeants face. Not a malicious smile, one that a teacher would give to a learning student...Pride.
She turns on her heal. And walks back to the podium. "Drills start at 0600. Be late, and you'll be scrubbing toilets in your free time."
We all walk out of the room and towards the dining hall.
Cry pov.
Blue.
A blue wall stands in font of me. I make out small imperfections in it and think of nothing but blue.
Blue sky's. Blue birds. Blue berries. Anything blue.
Blue eyes. Blue shirt. Blue chair.
Blue? Why did I have to chose blue?!
Fine! Red!
Red birds. Red hair. Red fox.
Anything red!
Red cheeks. Red heart. Red blood...
Green?!
Green headphones.
Yellow?!
Yellow statue.
"AGH!!" I scream.
Since I was a kid, I kept myself from thinking about one specific thing by distracting myself with colors.
Don't think of that! Think of blue! Only blue.
It would usually work. Not this time. Everything reminded me of him.
I tried every elementary thing I could think of.
Numbers. Shapes. Symbols. Anything!
But it all just brought me back to him. The love of my life that is in danger of death and I can do nothing to help. I thought about joining with him but he wouldn't allow it. He said that this is what being a citizen was and that it was his duty as an American.
Why? Why him? Why this? There are millions upon millions of people in this country and yet he gets picked?! I look to my left and see something I've been trying to avoid all day. That cursed liquid that practically begs me to drink it.
Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan are throwing a party and guess who's invited? Your little Russian and Mexican friends.
I should just throw it all out. I can't drink myself into comfort. I won't let myself become that man.
And yet...
Will one glass really hurt? It might help me relax, if only a bit. Slowly, I get up and head towards the kitchen.
"I'm sorry Felix." I whisper before taking a long hit from a friendly shot glass.
