Chapter 3: Outpost Duty

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Day 3:

Waking up at 5:30 in the morning sure was a tough thing for me. I decide to get up and walk outside to the base. I see a Squadron of 4 people and one guy signals me to come here. Obviously, I do.

"Hey kid, your a part of our Squadron!" One soldier said.

"Oh alright then."  I say.

"Come on we need to start training. But first let me introduce you to the Squad!" The soldier said.

He said his name was Sergeant Owen, he was a tall man with short black hair. Another soldier was Private Anders. He had the same looks as Owen but a little shorter. Then there was Staff Sergeant Stillwater. He had brown hair and looked quite strong. Lastly, there was Private Teerson. He was a strong man and was tall with long black hair.

I introduced myself and soon after, the five of us went to the Weapons Center.

"Hey we came here for Weapons training." Stillwater said.

"Move up to the second row over to the right, then move on to your weapons training." The man said.

We did what we were told to do and did our weapons training.

Owens and Stillwater went first. Teerson and Anders went second.

I went last, I readied my M4.

"Lets see what you got kid!" Anders said.

I pushed a button to my left and suddenly 5 moving targets came out of nowhere. I aimed down my sights and shot at them.

All five targets down in a single clip.

"Well done!" Owens said giving a round of applause.

"Thanks."  I say

Me and Owens get called down by one of the Generals. When we find him, he says:

"Great shooting guys. I want you on outpost duty today." The General said.

"Sweet! Hey Mike, think of it as not doing other training things!" Owens said.

So we went to Outpost duty. We were on the outpost for 10 hours. Nothing.

An outpost around here is a little tower that you can look through to spot anyone.

We walk out of the outpost after 10 hours. Then we say our byes for the day and we head into our 'Homes'

I decide to stay up and make my own food, then lay down in my sleeping bag. Then I fall asleep.

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