A Sergeant's Platoon

Disclaimer: I don't own the Care Bears. Only some are ones I created. This is my first major story so I hope you like it. If you don't then I understand so you can tell me what I can do to improve. This is a story inspired by my sister who's in the Army. So I hope it turns out okay. Sorry if things about the army aren't accurately correct. Like I said this is a one-shot story.

Ch.1: Someday Cadets

On a warm summer day a few days after his wife gave birth to his daughter Kate, Champ Rogers got a new job as an Army drill sergeant. Cheer would be living on base with him while he was working there. When they arrived he had to go to the office to get all of the information that he needed to get started and to get his dress uniform and BDU. After he got back to the house he was living in he put on his BDU and boots. Then his wife walked in with Kate in her arms. She hugged him and then sat down on the bed and read some of his papers that he got from the General.

"Are these the people in your group?" She asked looking at the paper.

"Yes, and they're called maggots when they first start out. Also it isn't called a group. It's called a platoon." He corrected while tying his boots. "And if you don't mind I have to go see what these maggots are made of."

After he got everything he needed he headed over to the barracks where the men and women he was drilling stayed. When he got there he stood in the doorway of the barracks and watched what was going on. Then he straightened up and walked down the aisle of bunks while some of the men and women stared at him.

"Who's he?" A tall blond-haired boy of about twenty-four spoke to his friend.

"No idea, but I think he might be our drill sergeant." His friend answered while smoothing out his bed sheets.

"Him? He looks like one of those guys from those old war movies."

"Attention!" Champ yelled out and all of the men and women moved into formation.

"Alright, first things first. I'm your new drill sergeant and you will not think of me as just a drill sergeant but as your superior officer. You will address me as Sergeant Rogers or Sir and that is all. Now, time to get familiar with each other, but most importantly with me." He looked down at the clipboard he was holding and then back at the platoon. "When I call your name you will step forward and salute then step back. Am I understood?"

"Sir, yes Sir!" Everyone called out in unison.

"Okay, Butch! Caesar! Flynn! Hill!" As he called out the names the men or women would step forward and salute. Then he got to a name he recognized. "Well now. Here's a name I'm all too familiar with. Rogers!"

A young woman with her curly hair up in a bun and deep blue eyes stepped forward and saluted her superior. Champ walked over and stood right in front of her and smirked. She stood where she was and didn't dare move a muscle. She was staring into the eyes of her father. After he looked her over he turned around and walked up and down the aisle of people. When he was finished he turned and faced all of them and then looked at his clipboard again.

"You will all be awake and in uniform by 0600 hours. No exceptions! Then you will be out on the drill course at 0700 hours or you'll get extra kitchen duty. Now lights out in five minutes!" All of the students hurried to get in their bunks by the time given so they wouldn't have to suffer extra work on their first day.

Before his daughter could get into bed Champ called her over to him. "Rogers! Come over here, please." She walked over and saluted before she began to address him.

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"I hope you know that since you're my daughter that you won't get off easy. You're still going to get the full brunt off everything we do, but I do expect you to achieve a little higher ranking because you are my daughter. If I see that you are passing all of the challenges I throw at you I might talk to the General about promoting you to a higher rank."

"Permission to speak Sir?" She spoke up.

"Permission granted."

"Is this cadet's mother and new sister doing fine?"

"No!"

"What?" She was shocked by her father's response to her question.

"You are not a cadet, yet. You are a maggot until you can prove that you have what it takes to be a cadet. Now lights out Rogers!" He saluted and waited for her to respond.

"Sir, yes Sir!" She returned the salute and then got ready for bed.

After he made sure that his entire platoon was asleep. He walked over to his house on the grounds. Along the way he passed Lieutenant Tavington. Both of them saluted and then Champ walked up to the house. When he walked in his two-year-old daughter Mary hurried over to him followed by her mother. She hugged her husband and then picked Mary up.

"How was the first day?" Cheer asked.

"Scary to be honest with you." He walked into the kitchen and then set his clipboard on the counter. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it only to find that it was empty except for a few vegetables.

"Why do you say that?"

"Our daughter is in my platoon."

"Seriously? Seafriend is in your platoon here at this base?"

"Yeah."

The next day everyone was out at the drill course ready for the challenge that awaited them. Seafriend arrived four minutes later and her father was not at all pleased. She ended up having to do fifty push-ups. Some of the other students snickered rudely but shut up when their sergeant glared at them.

"Now can anyone tell Rogers here what I said last night?" Champ walked up the row of students.

"Sir, you said be out here at 0700 hours, Sir!" Flynn addressed loudly.

"You are exactly right." He walked over to Seafriend and bent down next to her and whispered in her ear. "You'll never get a higher rank by being late. Now get your butt down! You call those push-ups?"

An hour later all of the students were covered from head to toe in mud because they had to run an obstacle course under the supervision of Sergeant Rogers. If they stumbled or fell at any part of it he would make them start all over again until they got it right. By the end of the day all of them were moaning in pain. Even Seafriend was feeling it.

"Hey, soldier up! You'll never make it the way you're going now." Sergeant Rogers followed them to the barracks. "Now, I want you to run all the way back to the barracks and no lollygagging!"

They immediately started running in fear that he might smack them with his clipboard or make them do push-ups like their fellow classmate.

This was the first of several chapters in this story. Wait and see what happens to Seafriend in Ch. 2:The Love for a Lieutenant.