The mere thought of our advanced training slowly but surely coming to an end gives me nightmares. We still have a few weeks to go, of course, but after that, then what? Straight into the heat of the battle? Straight into the face of death and destruction?
We've been listening to the radio every morning at breakfast. No major battles have started yet, but knowing our luck, as soon as we're ready, something bad is going to happen. I just know it. A rock is sitting in the pit of my stomach, and there's nothing I can do to swallow the anxiety.
In other news, I've been trying my hardest to think more positively. I know, shocking, considering all of my worried rambles. Frank's words really got to me back in the tent, though, about being afraid of living instead. It makes sense, and although I'll never be able to completely rid myself of my crippling fears, I might as well try to chip away at them with a bit of optimism, right?
Sergeant Gioia has been forcing us to hone and practice some of our survival skills under his supervision now, just to make sure we're learning it properly. Despite our rather disastrous week in the forest, we all managed to learn a few useful tips about surviving in the wild. Hell, now we'll be ready for anything. We know how to fight. We know how to use weapons, and now we know how to survive? Those Germans better watch out. We're coming for them.
See? There's that optimism. I just really hope it's working.
As another week at Shivering Sands comes to an end, all of us completely crash in our barracks and fall asleep as soon as the lights turn off. We've been working harder than ever, pushing ourselves to the limit, and it's starting to pay off. Although there are still plenty of missed targets and combat mistakes, we're still learning, and we're getting better every day. Soon enough, we'll be an unstoppable force, a group of highly trained people not to be messed with.
Delta Company is going to kick ass and take names.
But our drill sergeants always have to find a way to make life at Shivering Sands far more stressful and intense than it needs to be.
At three in the morning, I wake up with a heart attack as Sergeant Gioia practically breaks the door down, yelling like a madman.
"We're under attack! Get your asses up and get ready to fight back!"
We're out of our beds in an instant, stumbling around in the dark to hurry out the door and into the dead of night, still clad in our pajamas. My heart has never raced faster in my life, and judging by everyone else's colorless faces, it's safe to say we're all having anxiety attacks.
"Hurry up! They're attacking the camp!" Sergeant Gioia screeches, his eyes wide; the whole lot of us race after him, not entirely sure why, but I can only assume it's the sheer fear and rush of adrenaline that we might actually be under attack.
Are we really going to fight our first battle in our sleepwear?
But of course, we're not under attack. Sergeant Gioia leads us to a massive and intricate obstacle course, completely shrouded in darkness as it looms over us. Not even the bright moonlight can illuminate what we're seeing.
As the realization slowly washes over our groggy minds, we all come to a stop just before the start of the course, frowning and yawning and everything of the sort. Did he really just wake us up in the middle of the night and convince us we were under attack, just so we can run an obstacle course? How nuts is this guy?
"Well, what the fuck are you standing around for?" Sergeant Gioia shouts, his voice echoing through the empty night air. "We're under attack! Grab your guns and fight back!"
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The Ghost of Him |WWII Frerard AU|
Fanfiction"You are never coming home." * * * There are some days in life you'll never forget. Your first date, perhaps, or even your first kiss. Maybe even your first experience with death, because not all of these days have to be good. Some of these day...
