Military Girl
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Last published Mon, May 28, 2012
At sixteen I took off and ran. I ran as far away as I could from my past, and now my future presents revenge, and the taste of glory. In 1901 the government of Paaru finally allowed women in combat. There was many distasteful things townsfolk had to say about the bill being passed, but I on the other hand was at the small booth waiting in line to sign up. Not only did they pass women in combat, they allowed men and women to join at sixteen. Basic training started at fifteen for the newcomers, a year after I enlisted. After basic training ended, the higher ranked men were impressed with how well I stood out with so many other women around. A year later I am ranked as a Corporal, and have been given my own group of men. What was in the past, will be brought to the surface once more as my men and I fight for our lives day in and day out. Continue on reading about their stories, and you will stumble across mine.
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