Join, Serve, Fight, or Die Trying

Chapter I: Sargent Hell Raiser

The trip was surprisingly short. Well, about two hours. All through the ride I sat next a man named Luke, wich who was pretty funny. We talked about our life, and joked around. I guess you could say that I was getting with the program. Once we arrived, we were arranged in Section 15, wich provided our group (The people on my bus) the bunks, etc.

We were lead to our bunks, and I started to make my self feel like I was at home. "You look lonely." Someone said to the right of me. "Well I am." I said. Then we laughed. "Smitty Ross." I said. "Andy Paul." He said as we shook hands. I looked over Andy's shoulder just to see some 'boys smoking and playing poker. This is what I should've expected. I walked over. I could really use a cigar right now. They were shuffling their decks until one looked up and saw me.

 "Where's your cigar?" One asked. "That's what I was asking for." I said. "Hey Joey, toss him a 'Cuban. He tossed me a pack. I took one, then I realized I needed a lighter. "I've got you." Andy said. He pulled his lighter and light my Cigar. They were good. "Hey, how come none of you guys told me these were the spot?" I asked all three of them.

"I was going to." One of them said. "Oh, shut up Andrew." Joey said. "Hey, you should've been the first one tell him anyways. You gave him the 'Cuban." Andrew said.

"Oh whatever, just tell me if there good next time." I looked over to the left only to see someone naked doing pull-ups. "Oh God," I muttered. "What did you see it?" Joey asked. "Yep." I replied.  That's Michael, who loves his state of nude." Joey added. They all laughed, including me. "Here, take a seat." Andrew said. I sat down next to Andy. "Hey, does anybody have a blindfold?" I asked. "What are you going to do?" Andy said, as he raised his eyebrows. "Hey, do you need a knife too?' Andrew said. "I was just going to ask that." "Of course you were." 

Andrew tossed me the knife, and I got my hand ready. Then, Andy tied the blindfold around my eyes. And, it felt so quick. I slammed the knife through that separate my fingers from connecting, through all openings. "Boom." I said, right after I finished. "Sh*****t. Andy said. "You got that right." Andrew added. "Respect earned." Joey also added.

"I'm not so bad after all, am I?" I asked. "I never said you were." Andy replied. "Agreed." Andrew added on to Andy's saying. (Sorry for my crappy writing.) We were all talking, and then suddenly a man came in. Everybody got up, and stand still, and saluted. I just followed. Two men walked along through, looking at the mess we made. He walked along, and looked at Luke first. "Why do you look so sad?" He asked. "Is it cause your mama ain't here to protect you?" He asked. "No Sir!" He replied. "Sir? Did he just call me sir?" He looked around. "Gordon, did he just call me a sir?" He asked the man next to him. "I think he did Sargent." Gordon replied. He punched Luke in the face, and his nose started to bleed. "I WILL BE ADDRESSED AS SARGENT HEATHERSFORD DO YOU HEAR ME?" He yelled very loudly into Luke's face. "Yes Sargent!" "LOUDER!"Sargent Heathersford yelled."YES SARGENT!" Luke yelled back. "Thank you." 

Sargent Heathersford replied. Luke bent down, panting for breath. I looked in the corner of my eye, and I saw Joey smirking. Obviously, he went over to Joey. "What's so funny?" Heathersford asked. "Nothing Sargent!" Joey yelled. "Oh, don't say nothing it was obviously something. Come on, I do like some good jokes and I'm sure that you young men do." Silence. "Come on, spill the beans. What it it?" Heathersford asked. "Nothing Sargent!" Joey answered. "WHAT"S SO GOD D*MN FUNNY I SAID!" Heathersford yelled into Joey's face. "NOTHING SARGENT!" Joey yelled, taking out all of his breath.

 Heathersford walked away, and looked toward another man, named Carson. "What's wrong?" Heathersford asked in a antagonistic voice. "Nothing Sargent!"Carson yelled. "Come on, where's your boo-boo?" Heathersford asked. Carson put up, his foot, and there was a knife in it. "Well, you could've told me." Heathersford said. He quickly pulled out the knife, and Carson groaned in pain. "What's your name?" Heathersford asked. "Carson. Carson Gutherson." He said. "Well, your going to be called Private Idiot. Do you hear me?" "Yes Sargent!" "What's your name?" "PRIVATE IDIOT!" "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" "PRIVATE IDIOT!" He replied. "Good." Heathersford walked away, and he looked towards me..