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This chapter was a challenge for me as the writer, but I want to deliver the best story I possiably can. Thanks for reading my story.
-Oberlutenant Schmidt
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Fort Burningham
>enter perfered U.S. state<
Monday
4:00AM
1943
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You stand in a company formation in the early morning dew as you wait for the drill sargent to finish talking to the C.O. for the days plan.
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"ALL FUCKING RIGHT BOYS!!!"
Booms the drill sargent in front of your company.
"I AM STAFF SARGENT HARTMAN!!! AND ITS MY JOB TO TURN YOU BOYS INTO WAR FIGHTING SOLDIER THAT WE SOO NEED TO FIGHT THE GERMANS!"
This man was crazy loud, and had a thick southern accent, he was a short man, but still, he was really intimadating. He had a rough face, hazel eyes, yet he was a ball of anger. The drill sargent ordered everyone to fall into coloum formation. And then ordered a double time pace to the obstacle course.
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Hey! Schmidt here, im just gonna
. . . >timeskip 2months<
(>///_\\\<)-plz no h8 meh
Enjoy the story
&
Yes its Gunny Sargent Hartman from full metal jacket.
___________________________________ Fort Burningham
Marksmanship course
>enter perfered U.S. state<
Monday
1:00pm
1943
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You were all seated in a hot and sticky tent while your drill sargent ranting about the M1 Garand and other weapons and talking about how to set your sight properly again.
After about 30 mins of non-stop talk about the weapons and saftey, you are finally taken out of the stuffy tent and onto the open fireing range.
"ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS, LETS SEE IF ANYONE ONE OF YOU CAN PUT ANY OF THOSE SKILLS TO THE TEST! GO GRAB YOUR WEAPONS NOW!!"
You jogged quickly to the weapons storage to grab your gun, when you arrived you had to search around abit since it was basic buried in an ocean of M1's. But when you found it, you couldn't help but pull back the action on your B.A.R and then let it fly forward as it makes a satifiying sound of a chamber slamming forward.
"Oh fuck yes. . . "
You made your way back to the range with your company marching in sync. Once you arrived you see your drill sargent blasting one of the privites.
"WHAT THE F#&KING H#LL DO YOU THINK YOUR F#$KING SHOOTING AT SH!THEAD! YOU CAN'T EVEN HIT THE F#$KING BROADSIDE OF RED BARN EVEN IF I PUT YOU IN FRONT OF IT! YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY ENOUGH F##KING ATTENTION TO YOUR SIGHTS, OHHHH BUT YOU PROBABLY PAYED MORE ATTENTION TO WHAT MOTHER DOES AT NIGHT WITH THE MILKMAN! YOU F##KING LITTLE SCUMBAG GET THE F#CK OFF MY RANGE!!"
The privite leaves so quickly that you could have sworn he left a tiny flame trail.
(Pvt.Baker)"H-holy crap. That kid just had his ass chewed."
One guy at the back of the company said with a sense of fear. After watching that fiasco, your company is abit un-easy, no-body wanted that to happen.
(Y/n) "Guys, take a breath, chill out, just remeber what Sargent Ass-man said, and we will be alright. . . "
You can feel an intense arua coming towards your company.
You turn to see, not one drill sargent, but instead you see three walking towards the company. One is a 6'5 caucasin man in his late 40's with a chunky build and the other is a 5'5 latino man with a muscular build in is mid 30's
"Maggots! Allow me to introduce these fine gentlemen! This is Master Sargent Harris! He specializes in machine guns! And this is Master Sargent Rosado! He speacializes in marksmanship for rifles! All of you with M1 Garands are going with Rosado! Those with machine guns, well you can probably guess what i'm gonna f#cking say!"
You hauled your B.A.R with you as you followed Master Sargent Harris across the shooting range as you see and hear other people training withthe M1 Garands, M1A1 Thompsons, hell even M1907 Springfeilds.
(Msg.Harris) "All right everyone. I need you all to occupy those "fortified" positions, then we are going to shoot at targets."
(Y/n & platoon) "SIR YES SIR!"
You promptly got into the sandbag fortifications and deployed the bi-pod in on the B.A.R and waited for further instructions.
"Allright men targets will be put up in about 2 minitues, i want you to shoot them as much as possible while staying accurate"
About thirty seconds after, the targets came up.
(Msg Harris)"Fire"
Everyone got to excited and started firing in full auto to dump their mags at the targets, but you stay calm, you slowed your breathing as you set your sights and then started to squezze the trigger, then you feel the sudden kick of the B.A.R's stock press against your shoulder multiple times before you release the trigger for a controlled burst.
You set your set again and repeat, around your 3rd cycle of 3 round you notice that everyone is somewhat pissed as they wait for you to finish. You soon finsh your mag after about 30 seconds later.
(Pvt.Baker) "Took you long enough!"
(Pvt.Nickles) "Jeez you like to drag things out privite.(L\N)."
A soldier with runs up to Master Sargent Harris and hands him some large papers and he soon starts to look through the huge papers.
(Msg. Harris)"this sh!tty . . . sh!tty. . . there aint even a scratch on this one
. . . MOTHER OF GOD! THIS IS AMAZING! THIS GROUPING IS PERCISE!"
Everyone is confuzed as you all look towards the Master Sargent.
(Msg.Harris) "Everyone, listen, you can learn from Privite (L\N), every one of you rushed and look at your results."
He holds up 2 targets with holes everywhere else but the black circle.
(Msg. Harris)"Compare that to Privte (L\N)."
He shows everyone your target, it has tight groupings all in the black center of the target.
(Msg. Harris) "This is percision fire in action, take it slow, I didn't say that this was a speed competition."
Everyone else stayed silent after the Master Sargent praised you for your percision fire, some were impressed, others weren't so happy, but either way, you found out that your a really good shot.
(Msg. Harris) "Every single one of you will contimue shooting until you all are able to shoot with this accuracy."
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I'm just gonna. . . *timeskip*
Im sorry, but its just so i can move the story along it pwease forgib me.
-Schmidt
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Basic training is done. There is no more drilling. No more paper targets. No more simulated battles, its time to fight. Its time for the real struggle and strain.
Are you ready?. . . find out on the next episode of drag-*cough* . . . .oops sorry.
Im sorry that this one was confusing and hard to understand readers.
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