Third Person POV:
Emma was lying in bed fast asleep. It was about 5:00 in the morning once she heard the drill sergeant come in and start yelling at everyone to get up. She's sprang out of bed, and hurried to get in line, standing at attention. Everyone in the dormitory had done the same... Except for one or two, who got smoked by the drill sergeant. She dressed quickly, made her bed, and headed outside following the rest of the group for the morning training.
Emma's POV:
So I guess you'd like to know a little more about me. Well, when I was 13 I had this crazy idea to go into the army, of course my parents hated the idea and tried to do everything they could to discourage me from going. But as I got older I agreed to them that I'd work for at least 6 years in a different job other than the military, so when I turned 18 I decided to become a police officer. But as soon as I turned 24 I handed in my resignation papers and signed up for the US Army. By then my parents had already passed away, and I would not break their hearts by going. I've been and boot camp for a while now and I have about a week before I graduate, and leave for Afghanistan.
"PETERS" Yelled the sergeant, snapping me back to the present "GET MOVING! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"
"YES MA'AM" I yelled back...yes I said yelled, if you don't yell your reply back you get smoked.
I grabbed my rifle and marched outside with the rest of the group. We started out with a few warm-up laps followed by stretches and calisthentics, with the Sergeant yelling all the way.
"COME ON PETERS YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS, LET'S GO!"
"MOVE IT JONES!"
"ARE YOU A PRINCESS SMITH? NO! GET MOVING"
"RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!"
"YOU THINK YOU CAN JOIN THE ARMY, WELL YOU WON'T WITH THAT ATTITUDE!"
"YES MA'AM" We all yelled.
After we all finished, we headed inside, changed into our actual uniforms, and headed to the mess hall for breakfast. We have about 7 to 8 minutes to eat. When it's finally my platoon's turn to eat we grab our food and sit down, eating the food quickly. One of my best friends, Helen Smith, sits across from me and smiles. I smile back at her and whisper a good morning to her, she nods her head in acknowledgement and continues to eat her food.
When we finish eating, we all stand-up in formation and march outside for the rest of today's activities. It consists of marksmanship, drill and ceremonies, briefings, and a multitude of other important classes and lessons. We are all divided into smaller groups, luckily for once, Helen is in the same group, we high five each other when the sergeant turns her back. Sadly, she noticed it...
"PETERS AND SMITH!" She yells at us, anger clear on her face "GET DOWN AND START DOING PUSH-UPS UNTIL I SAY YOU'RE FINISHED! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO ACKNOWLEDGE EACH OTHER UNTIL YOU ARE FINISHED WITH THE DAY!"
"YES MA'AM, SORRY MA'AM!" We both yell in usion, before getting down and doing push ups.
It's been about a half hour since we started doing push-ups, and haven't stopped yet. I'm on number 200, of course I did sneak a few breaks when her back was turned. When she finally told us to stop, we got back in line with the rest of our group and finish the rest of today's lessons. After the day finished we all headed down to the mess hall for dinner and back to our barracks, exhausted. I headed to the latrine, took a quick shower, and headed to bed.
"Hey!" I say to Helen when I see her. For once today I am able to talk to her without being smoked "Sorry about getting you in trouble today, it was my fault"
"Hey, it wasn't your fault, I hi-fived you back." She smile at me, and I wondered how ever managed to get such a great friend.
"Well, I'm hitting the sack, today was exhausting!" She said and I nodded. Today was very, very exhausting.
"Ok good night see you tomorrow!"
It was 9:30 and that meant lights out. I turned over in my bed and thought about today, even though it was hard I enjoyed it, the thought that someday I would be fighting for my country comforted me. That was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.