Chapter 1 - Harper

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Ughhhhhhhh. New term, new recruits, new annoying whinging things that i had to somehow turn into actually good people that could actually, you know, pick up a gun without crying. Ok, pray that noone will cry more than twice today... pleaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssseeeeeeee. I pulled on my cream coloured combat trousers and navy FLETC Instructors shirt, and looked at the timetable today.

8:15 - Registration

8:45 - Introducion, Timetable, General Organisation shit

9:15 - Uniform check

9:30 - Tour

11:00 - Fitness assessment

12:00 - Break

12:30 - Exam intelligence stuff

2:00 - Driving Test

3:30 - Break

3:45 - Gun handling and identification

5:15 - Shower

5:30 - Bomb handling and identification

7:00 - Break

7:45 - Good Riddance

Jeez the timetable was lax.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit..............

The dogs were at training camp today.

Good news: No people running away from them

Bad news: People who cried and broke down had no sweetie puppies for them to cuddle when they were sad

Good news: we didn't let them cuddle them anyway. (Haha)

Bad news: Sometimes they did it anyway and found out that these are police dogs not cuddle cuddle puppies

Apart from Fozzy. She was just................

THE SINGLE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER

Any probably going to fail her test which was so sad.

Anyway. Ok. Time?

6:45

Let's go then.

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