Military living

Training

My name is Dynamite Samuels. My brother named me. He died saving me when I was six and he was ten. He pushed me out of the way and got hit by the car. My parents blamed me for his death. So when I turn fifteen I signed up for the army. Where I spent months at a training camp. Becoming the best. I was dedicating my accomplishments to my brother Charles. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be alive. I want to prove that he was my hero and I was to protect others just like him. I have a few friends here. There's Bill he's twenty, there's Joe he's twenty three and John who's twenty seven. They know how old I am and scolds me. I explained why I am doing this. And just gives me a soft look. But when I decimate them in all areas they gave up and just watch me. We were doing obstacles. We were racing. The losers has to do an extra mile on the track. The colonel laughs knowing our group. He likes our training method. He even told me that were his best squad. I was a head of the group. I climbed up the wooden wall. I then propel down. John was right behind me. I landed on the ground and started sprinting to the finish line. John is two feet behind me. I crossed the finish line and slow down. I laugh. John groans.
"I was so close!" He groans sitting on the ground with me. Joe and Bill collapsed in front of us covered in mud.
"What happened to you two?" I asked with a smile.
"Fell on the rope swing because he tried to hitch a ride." Bill pointed to Joe.
"So who won?" Joe asked.
John pointed to me. I raise my hand with a smile.
"Of course she did she always does." Bill muttered.
"Hey John was pretty close. He was only a couple feet behind me." I said.
"Let's go run a mile." Joe muttered.
"I'll run with you guys." I said. I ran with them having a good time. When we got back we were told we were told that were getting deployed.
And we leave tomorrow.