Join, Serve, Fight, or Die Trying

Chapter 2: Exhibitionists are weird

Okay. I will say that I over exaggerated the moment with Heathersford coming over to me, because he wasn't. I guess I looked like a tough guy or something. He walked pass me, and then I looked to the left. And there, I saw an exhibitionist, standing there in full out nude. Yeah. Nude.

"Well, who do we have hear?" Heathersford asked....Silence. "Why are you naked?" Heathersford asked. "I was doing pull-ups. He replied. "For what, to show off to the girls?" He asked. "No Sargent!" Hollywood said. ( Author's Note:Yes I know this is like the scene from Hacksaw Ridge, but that's I'll I could think of, Credit to whatever picture company made that movie.)

"Very well then." Heathersford yelled. "ALRIGHT THEN! I WANT ALL SOLDIERS FROM MY DIVISION, TO GET IN UNIFORM! GET READY FOR AN OBSTACLE COURSE!" Everybody got ready, while Hollywood tried to get his uniform on. But, Heathersford interrupted him from doing that. "I believe, that if anybody likes their state of nude indoors, will also love their state of nude in the outdoors." Heathersford said. "So, move along, you son of an exhibitionist!" 

It started off with us wall running up a wall, which wasn't that hard since I did that when I did Tae Kwon Do as a kid. 

"Bathing time!" Heathersford yelled as I dived into mud, with barbed wire above my head. "How does it feel, Hollywood? Does it feel good?" 

Hethersford said, in an antagonistic voice. He must've really been enjoying watching us getting dirty with mud all over our uniforms. I barfed out some mud, because I must've swallowed some while I dived into the mud. When we were done with the mud, I went over to the wall with the rope on top. I wasn't someone who played dirty, but I was in front. So, I didn't bother to try to push someone below me on the wall to the ground. I made it to the top of the wall and then started to climb down, and then I quickly ran over to the finish line. 1st place. I'm not that bad after all. 

"Way to go Smitty!" Heathersford yelled, then he patted my back. "Thanks Sarge. And, what was my time?" I asked. "0:53:28." Heathersford said. "Way to get the best record in all of history for this training camp." Heathersford said. Apparently, he was proud me. That felt good, I guess.

Next, it was target practice. On my dad's farm I shot some guns, because sometimes I needed to shoot an animal for dinner of defense or something like that. 

"Now men, it is time for target practice. Move along to your designated position!" Heathersford yelled. We all got into line, and then listened to Heathersford speak. 

"This is an M1 Grand, a semi automatic rifle designed to kill and destroy the enemy. It has saved my men many times, as it will have saved you, when you go out to the hell of the war that is out there. This is your baby. This is your protector, your savior, and perhaps the one thing you will ever truly love." Heathersford said. 

Well. I cant say not to that. That was a pretty good speech. 

"Now men, grab your rifle, and return to your designated positions you have been placed in." Heathersford told us soldiers. I walked over with the rest of the men from my division, and grabbed a rifle. Then, after our few instructions, we began shooting like we were aiming at fish in a barrel. 

I was a good shot, because, like I said, I had some experience with shooting on my dad's farm and my uncle's ranch when I was a kid. And, I never really stopped shooting....

Then we did some shooting practice skills. My reaction time was on point, and I didn't accidentally shoot at any civilians. I think I was considered to be the best soldier of my division.  At night we went to sleep, but we wouldn't be asleep for long....  

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I'd like to thank whichever motion-picture company made Hacksaw ridge, because that's really how I got the vibe to make a book about WWII. It gave me part of the dialogue line that Heathersford said about the M1 Grand, and the Hollywood being naked, (xd) that was also a small and sorta funny part of Hacksaw Ridge. I'd like to thank Hero_Dreemurr.(If I spelled that right) for telling me about this story writing app. Before, I used google docs and I was only able to write classroom books & stuff like that. Another think that I would like to say sorry for my crappy writing. I am still an ongoing writer and will always be a learner. Thank you to my teachers, for inspiring me to open up my imagination and to motivate me to keep trying. Also, sorry for the shorter chapter.(Excluding this part) See you in the next chapter!/Author's note.