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little guy - S

STEPHEN'S POV

I boarded the jet along with the other soldiers and officials.
"Meyers." Colonel Simmons walked up behind me with a clipboard in his hands.
"Make sure everyone is here." Didn't we already get a headcount?
"I know we already counted, but this is final" I took the clipboard from his hands and followed his orders.
"You're here.....you're here......uh..you're here" I mumbled while chewing the bottom of my pen. I walked past the muscular men and checked their names off the list.
"Everyone's here...except...for a J. Hart." I looked around to find a face that matched J. Hart until Serge. Barnes informed me that they won't be joining us until tomorrow. I gave the clipboard back to the colonel and sat down to my sit. My brown shaggy hair fell onto my face as I was taking out my journal.
"You know you'll have to cut that hair of yours, you know?" Colonel Simmons ruffled my hair and chuckled. I didn't know how to respond so I gave him a small smile and went back to writing.

Dear Someone,
November 16, 1957

It's been three days since I was drafted to be the colonel's secretary, aka the worst thing you could be during the war. All he does is order me around, although I love the thought that I'm doing something for my country, this isn't it. I wish that I could be playing on that field, but everything happens for a reason. Right? Anyways,I met a girl, the day I got drafted, and let me just say, she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had long brown hair and a gorgeous smile. She had emerald green eyes that sparkled 24/7. Her voice was like angels singing. I imagine that she's very funny, and the way she demanded for that sheet, I'm guessing determined too. I know that she'll never be mind. She'll probably want one of those meat heads in front of me. Why would she want a scrawny tall boy like me when she can have those muscular and "handsome" guys like Cody or something?

My writing session got interrupted by one of the guys next to me, I guess I'll finish later.
"Wanna arm wrestle?" The guy, I think his name is Jack, held up his arm and raised his eyebrow. I quickly rejected his offer and told him to arm wrestle with someone else.
"This is your chance, dude." Chance for what.
"You do realize that everyone sees you as noodle right?" He quietly added. To be fair, I see myself more of a breadstick that has been left in the oven for too long and can break any minute.
"I'm just saying that if you win this, then the guys will look at you like you're some hero"
"Why would I be a hero if I arm wrestle you?" This dude was either joking with me or awfully stupid.
"No one has ever beaten me" I never really paid attention to the little contest they all have. I just sit back and take orders from people who want me to do something.
"if no one has ever beaten you, then what makes you think that I can?" I cannot handle this much stupidity.
"I'll let you win. You know?" Why is he doing this? I don't think he knows my last name.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" I remember Jack. He and his buddies would tease me a lot, and it's only been like 3 days.
"It's time to be rooting for the little guy, it gets tiring rooting for the bigger guy when there are a lot of them." So he just wants something different.
"And I just want to say I'm sorry"
"For what?"
"For mistreating you, or not doing something when my friends mistreated you." Now I feel bad for calling him stupid.
"Why tell me now?"
"Now we're actually fighting in the war. And I don't know what'll happen to everyone, so I don't want them to die knowing that I hate them or somethin like that." I've barely talked to anyone here, so I assumed that everyone was a cocky son of a bitch. Not Jack though, now I realize that not everyone is an airhead. Maybe I should make amends more often.
A few minutes passed from his last comment. I raised my arm up and looked up at him.
"Are we going to do this or not?" Jack smiled and grabbed my arm.
A few of the guys looked at us and started getting their buddies to join in. Jack looked like he wasn't trying at all, me on the other head, My face turned red, and my veins were popping out. Our arms kept shifting from one side to the other, until Jack gave up and I slammed his arm against the table. Most of the guys on the plane cheered "Meyers. Meyers. Meyers." I had to admit, it felt good getting this much attention.
"Not bad, huh?" Jack smiled.
"Oh my god, Steph. You just beat that bastard."
"Let's give it up for Stephen." They were about to pick me up but one of the commanders yelled at us to sit down.  I drifted to sleep

-23 Hours later-

"C'mon kiddos, we're on the war grounds now. No more sleeping." One of the commanders, who were boarding with us, began yelling and he started making this weird metal noise. I didn't think people could do that. I opened my eyes, that were opening and closing throughout the whole flight, and saw that those sounds did not come out of his mouth, he was banging two pots together.

"Get in line soldiers." lieutenant Mikaelson walked past, yelling in every sleepy soldier's ears.
"It's a big day today." He motioned for everyone to the door of the plane and headed there as well.

We all followed his orders and got in. I was stuck between these guys that were about my height, 6'4 , the guy in front of me had long, spiked, tattoos that lend down to his back. I took a quick glance at the guy behind me, and it turns out he was sleeping. I wish I could do that.

"Not you, Meyers. You're staying with me. " Colonel Simmons stood by as everyone was exiting the plane? He pulled me out of the line and continued watching them walk off.

"Okay....most of the stuff is off the plane, now we get decorating." He chuckled and put a tooth pick in his mouth. I scurried out of the plane and tried to find my tent. I hoped to get there before my other tent mates did.

"Ab4... No.... Ab5......uh.....Ab6" I ran alongside the edge of the tents, squinting my eyes at the sky as an effort to look at the big tent names.

Unfortunately for me, there were two people there already. One awfully tall and one who looks like he's going to throw up.

I must've looked extremely awkward just standing there at the doorway, just watching them unpack.

"If you take a picture, it'll last longer." The sick looking one smirked as he placed his things on the wooden nightstand. The tall dude started posing and he dropped his clothes on the ground.

"Ah, no. I'm not here to..." I stuttered a bit,
"...look at you guys. I'm your new roommate." I sighed and went off to the two beds on the right side of the tent.

"You're J. Hart?" The tall one stopped posing and picked his clothes up from the ground.

"Uh. No. Stephen Meyers." I held out my hand to shake his.

He pushed my hands, lightly, back to me.
"You're the kid who arm wrestled better than Jack? Right." His friend interjected.

"Yeah, guess so." The blonde boy smiled and high fived me. The other one looked so lost but still high fived me anyway.

"Unpack, they said they need us down at the lodge as soon as we're done." He pointed to the end bed on the right, and I headed over there.

We all unpacked and headed towards the lodge. J. Hart was a no show, but that didn't bother me.

"Listen up, privates. I've got some news for y'all." Colonel Simmons spoke up as everyone say down. I looked around to find some mixed facial expressions here and there.

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SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A LONG TIME BUT FYI IT FEELS LIKE HELL IS IN MY STOMACH