Full Metal Journal: The Life of a Military

Hi everyone!

Now, first off: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, the Elrics, the homunculi, the chimerasor any military personel/civilians from the anime. I do own Scott Rodyle, his squad, and maybe some of the plot.

Second, I've only seen a few episodes, mainly the later ones, so if I'm waaaaaaaaay off on a lot of this... don't kill me.

Now, here you go.

Entry 1:

OK, this was a really bad idea. Awful. Hell, maybe even fatal.

It's bad enough that, out of every other thing I could have done with my life, I be an idiot and join Grand Central Army. But on top of that, now I have to keep a journal on my time?

Great. Just great.

Or as my little brother would say, terrific.

Well, huh, better get started.

My name is Private Scott Rodyle. I'm eighteen years old and just outta high school. I'm from Risembool, this little town out to the south. I was a track runner at high school and would've had a scholarship to some big collage, but for some reason completely oblivious to me, I joined the army to "see the sights".

I'm an idiot. Might as well have a sign glued to my head that says so.

I got in five days ago. Which means I've still got… oh, about five years left? Five whole years.

God help me.

My squad buddies all seem to be OK. They're all freakin' weird, in their own way, but I like them.

My squad leader is this short, squat guy with peach hair, a long nose, and slits for eyes. They all call him Fish. I was sure their was a story behind it, but turns out, it's his last name. He seems to know what he's doing, so doesn't hurt to pay attention.

The assistant squad leader's name is Castillo. He's a tall kid with wild red hair but a serious attitude. He doesn't talk much- Don't know why- but he's OK.

Then there's Schmitty, the machine gunner. This short, doughy kid and a great football player. He probably played in school, but I wouldn't know. At first listen, I thought his name was "Smitty." But it's "Schmitty"- with a "sh" sound in it,

Then there's the assistant machine gunner- a big, muscular guy- who answers to Boozer. Mainly because he always drinks- on or off duty. I guess he's seen some pretty tough action out there. Hope I don't become like that.

Gemini is this short, stocky kid that's really into automail. He's from Rush Valley and wants to be an automail mechanic. He's a really friendly guy-just stay away from his favorite topic. You'll be there for weeks.

I'd like to take the time to point out that all of our squad, with the exception of me and three or four others, are Central born and raised. Take Regazzi- a tall, tan guy with broad shoulders and a grin a mile and a half long. He's born and raised in the grand city- and damn proud of it. He wants to be a business manager when he goes home. His skills suck, but his ability to badger people to no extent might actually get him there.

Blake and Waverly are these two kids that almost look like identical twins. They're from Risembool, too- I remember when they unsuccessfully tried to burn the middle school down when they were kids. They never go anywhere without each other- I have never seen them apart. Every patrol, every exercise, every maneuver- always the two of them pared together.

Shadow is this tall, thin man who wears glasses and rarely talks. He's really smart and, like Fish, Castillo, and Boozer, has been in the army a while. He was in collage before joining, but dropped out to fight. I think that's cool- even if he was majoring in alchemy.

Finally, there's Smokey, my best friend here. He's this lean, tall black guy from Lior who wants to be a writer when he gets home. He's always writing- journals, letters, or books. I bet he'll be big- and I'll buy all of his books.

Gotta stop writing now- we're going out on patrol.

Whaddya think? Review!