"PICK UP THE PASTE RODRIGUEZ!! GO GO GO!!!" General yelled at me.
I shot all of the dummies in the field while running. Sometimes it was hard to aim perfectly while running but I was okay. I don't need to be 'okay' because if I was in a war, running for your life and shooting at the same time will have to be perfect. With everybody shooting at you, these drills were just a test with no bullet proof vests. Bullet proof vest were heavy as hell and I didn't want to put mine on during the dri---
"RODRIGUEZ WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU MISSED THE 345 TARGET!! SHOOT IT BEFORE IT SHOOTS YOU!!! STAY FOCUSED! YOUR KILLING ME!!"
I rolled my eyes and turned around and noticed I was too into my thoughts that I missed 2 targets. I smacked my forehead. That just fucked up my score. I shoot the dummy's in the head as ketchup flew out resembling blood. I was breathing hard after running across this 14 acre field, and running 10 miles per hour in heavy gear with a 42 pound gun in my hands, and with it being 86 degrees outside. I was about to past out. General walked up to me with Sergeant next to him.
"Rodriguez you did good, but you missed 2 targets. if this was war your ass woulda been dead. Stay focused and miss no more."
"Affirmative General." I shouted as I saluted.
"Rodriguez, rack up the weapons. and get them on duties."
"Yes sir." I grabbed my whistle and blew it and everyone stopped their drills and ran up to me.
"FACE FRONT!!!"
They faced front in one swift motion. I walked up slowly to one of the rookies, giving my intense stare everyone "loves" so much.
"You scared rookie?"
"NO! CAPTIN RODRIGUEZ MA'AM!!" She yelled staring straight ahead as her posture was perfect.
"Good. there's no time for fear." I fixed up her uniform a little bit. "How willing are you rookie?"
"Captin, my rank is a rookie. but there's nothing about me that's a rookie. I'm just as willing as the general, Captin. I know everything there is to know, I'm not a rookie....just my uniform." she said.
I nodded my head impressed. I liked this chick. She's on my good list. I chuckled and patted her shoulder hard as I walked to the next.
"Brother Renolds.Go get the tanks ready. W--"
"RODRIGUEZ!!!" General yelled walking up to me.
I stopped what I was doing and met general halfway and stood in front of him with straight posture, holding my head up high with my hand to my forehead giving a salute.
"Sir!" I yelled.
He took me farther away from the group of rookies and spoke.
"Gather everyone up and meet at the U.S. head quarters, it's an emergency meeting. and call the general of U.S marines."
"Wait sir. what's going on?"
"I'll tell you at the meeting but hurry up and gather them. hurry hurry hurry." he and the sergeants walked off.
"CHANGE OF PLANS!!" I turned around.
Having 450 soldiers in this camp, I wasn't gathering them all by myself.
"You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you.....and you." I said as I poked each of the people I chose on the chest.
"yes rodriguez!" they yelled in sync.
"Go to each field and train camp and gather everyone. emergency meeting. generals orders. GO!"
They all ran off.
"What's going on capt." a rookie asked.
"Ask general.." I said as I walked away.
"But I asked you tho." he said.
I smirked and nodded my head while putting a glare on my face and walked up to him at an intense speed. I stood in his face.
"I SAID ASK GENERAL!! NOW YOU DON'T SECOND HAND MY AUTHORITY ROOKIE! I RUN YOU! WATCH YOUR MOUTH CAUSE I COULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW SIR AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"You fine as hell ma but damn calm down. It ain't cute."
I grabbed his arm and flipped him then he landed on the ground on his stomach. I pulled his arms back with one hand and picked up his head by his hair.
"Trust me, I could kill you in three-point five seconds nigga don't fuck with me. You couldn't handle all this anyways" I threw is head down and whispered in his ear. "besides....im married."
I stood up and stepped on his back walking away. "Get that nigga up!" I said without looking back.
I went into Generals office to make an appointment with the U.S Marine General.
"Yes, sir..........It's an important emergency meeting.....affirmative. yes sir.........ASAP.......yes sir." I hung up and made my way to the head quarters to see it full. I guess everyone is here. I made my way to the front and stood next to the General and other Sergeants.
"Now I called y'all in here because Korea has requested a war to take over our country. they have bombed Washington D.C., Texas, New Orleans, and New York in less than 35 hours. if we don't stop them America would be in their hands."
"General..." one of the captins spoke. "Why can't we offer them a d--"
"I tried. they're talking no offers whatsoever. the only offer they would take is America........looks like we have to go to Iran a little early."
"When is the deadline for it Sir..." I asked.
"January 5th."
I sighed. Good. I get to stay alive for Christmas. thank God.
"Ummm can we go home for Thanksgiving?" a rookie asked.
General shook his head in disgust and walked over to him. "America is being attacked and will be going into a war. and all you can think about is....big juicy turkey ass!!"
"I don't know why he thinking about turkey ass. when Captin Rodriguez got all the thanksgiving ass to share." The same disrespectful rookie from earlier said as the others laughed.
Ugh I just wanna kick his ass.
Then the marine general came in with his head authorities and we continued this heartbreaking meeting.
I ment to finish this, this morning but I got distracted. anyways I just came home from the Atlanta Dreams game. Dreams Vs. Mercury. and y'all that game was the bomb! team Angel and Erika. Hayes did great too. TEAM DREAMS!! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE!! this was my second dreams game I went to this season. I went a couple weeks ago too. I got a t shirt and shit. DREAMMMSSSSSSS!!
ANYWAYS
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Short StoryBahja Rodriguez, 28 years old. Mother of two, Jason Jr. and Keelie Henson. Wife of Jason Henson. Bahja Rodriguez was in the U.S Army. A trainee for a couple of years but the countries has been getting out of control and are in a deep conflict. Being...