Lost Souls

To Western Cork men

The sky was still dark when i had to get up, i tumbled out of the bed and caused the floor to creak , "Shite" I murmered, I heard Devonia, my fifteen year old sister get up, "John," she whispered worridly, "Yes", I answered,"Oh, just seeing who it was", said Devonia. I snuck to my cuboard and put on my kakhi uniform and my Brown Leather combat boots and walked down stairs, I opened the door and walked down the pavement. If we didn't do anything then the Krautz will own this, I thought to myself, the air was sweet and the sun started to come out of the hills, A man walked up to me in the exact uniform as me,"Drafted as well weren't ya", he said in a jokeful voice,"Yes Bruv, Im John"i introduced myself with a friendly hand shake, "Nice to meet you, and you are-", "Paul Breadsall,"We quickly introduced eachother and then saw the Truck arriving, we got in the back where I noticed me Best friend Billy Saunders and his little brother Sean. We exchanged handshakes and smelt the oily smell of the exhaust fumes from the engine as the Truck Started to move, "Thank the Bloody Celtic gods" said a young fellow,"we've been driving for a bloody hour and a half. "Watch your language Welsh!!" Said one of the Priest soldiers," "There is only one True God" he shouted,"What does God have to do with this you bloody Catholic!" Shouted Billy, we all fell off our seats as the Truck came to a sudden halt, the truck flap lifted, "Welcome to Camp Cork", Said an officer, "Me name be Seargent Birmingham but you can call me Lucky or as tge Americans say Searge", We looked at eachother in anxious glances for this would be the type of man to get you killed, "Well bloody well get out you Leprachauns and get to your dormitory!"He shouted as if we were Slaves, we all jumped off and ran down a muddy path, Billy just about tasted the stuff as I caught him,"Thanks Bruv" He said, We finally came to a Dorm with trees, A mud pit, Barbed wire training ground and a Shooting range,"That be Basic Training" Said Seargent Birmingham. Fiest your eyes on tomorrows task and unpack ye bags, We walked through what seemed to be eighteen rows of Bunk beds,"Ay Billy, ye want the bottom or the Top!"i shouted "The Bottom mate!" He said as he pushed passed a few Men, "So, How old are you Joh?" Said Billy,"Im nineteen bruv,"i said"Im twenty" said Billy