Chapter One
Grif was at his first day at boot camp for the red army he was hating it he's been forced to push ups and sit ups and been forced to ration his food. "Why are we fighting the blues again." Grif said to his fellow soldier.
"Because the Army are treating our life or at least that what they say."
"I rather sit down and surrender." Grif said to himself. Grif then went back to "doing" his push ups. Then the drill sergeant started to scream at grif.
"Good god man you are the single most lazy man I ever had to train. If you don't start to doing your push up I'm going to force you out of this army but then again we are in the need for soldiers on the front lines." Yelled the Drill sergeant. He then walked off in a huff. When he was out of sight grif took out his pack of cigs and started to smoke.
"You know that contraband." said the soldier.
"Bite me." He went back to smoking. Then out of the blue the sergeant poured a glass of water on Grif putting out his cigarette.
"No smoking and hand them over." Grif let a sigh a gave him his pack of cigarettes. "All of them." Gif then reached down his pants and pulled six packs of cigarettes. "God man for that you have to do forty push ups and I not leaving until they're done. It was twelve hours til Grif was done. "Go to your bararex private." But Grif just collapsed and fell asleep.
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