These planes. These stupid planes keep taking me farther and farther away from you. I know I volunteered for it, but I wish I could take it all back and be by your side again. A tear rolls down my cheek and I allow myself 10 seconds to be sad. "10, 9, 8" I take a deep breath remembering your face. "7, 6, 5" I feel your arms around me. "4, 3, 2" I remember our goodbye. "1" I open my eyes and look at my travel companions. There's John, he doesnt talk much, but when he does its usually a smart ass comment. Jane, who honestly looks like a guy, but seems nice. And Derick, my best friend who joined with me. Oh, and my name's Ambre, and I joined the Marines at 17.
I look out the window at the sea of clouds and wonder what it would be like to fall through them. I push the thought away as our escort walks in to the passenger bay.
"Now listen. I know you all just left yohr family and friends," he begins. And boyfriends, I add silently. "But you've also chose to join the Marines. I'm asuming you've all been through basic training, correct?"
"Yes, sir!" we all answer with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
"Good, you'll need it. Who had the best aim?"
"I did, sir." I raise my hand, however I do not look at him. Instead I stare straight ahead and wait for inspection.
"Oh really? I'll believe it when I see it. Once we land, you'll be proving that to me."
"I'll do my best, sir!" I say, injecting confidence into my voice. However, I can already feel myself shaking. The sergeant continued questioning us, and by the time we landed, he had assigned most of us our roles.
"All of you will be in a barrack, however you will be slit into teams and ranks within the teams. You will have to work with your team. Trust them, they will have your back as long as you have theirs." I glance to Derick and find he's already looking at me. I smile slightly and he returns it. We land and the sergeant immediately comes to a stop infront of me.
"Would tou like to drop your stuff, or get it over with?" I carefully way my options.
"Lets do this."
