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Note: This is a slightly changed version of the first part. It is more of a set of drabbles. There are according to myself and my beloved word processor no spelling mistakes.
Snake:
I sat staring to the end of my bed. I am in charge of the health of my team. I knew that we were getting a new team mate in Unit K. I find this strange as I have never heard of an addition for the SAS training course once it has started, and we had started training a few weeks before. There are already four of us: Wolf; our leader, Fox, Eagle, and myself. I wondered who would be our new member.
The next day we sat on our beds once more, really this is what we do after a long hard training, today we were chatting about the achievements and failures of today. We laughed at one and other. I was having a smoke with Eagle, some say it's really weird that I am in charge of medical health yet I smoke. However the medical treatment I do is more, "God he's been fucking shot, quick, make a fucking sling for fucks sake!" And I know that it shortens my life by say ten years or more but in the army you might not live a month once you're on field, so who gives a fuck whether I smoke or not.
Through my musings the door swung open as did my mouth, this 'new' addition was nothing more than a fucking kid, which bastard left him with us? Probably some rich father, with a 'nothings too good for my son attitude.' I looked this midget up and down, he was about 5ft 4 maybe, blonde hair and a pretty face. He was what girls might call hot, but in SAS no one gives a damn whether you've got looks or not. Let's face it your face might get wreaked in some not so accidental accident.