If I had to say, I'd say that the first week was the hardest.
We didn't sleep for the first three days. During this process we had to do all of our registration and medical screenings.
The second morning during the medical screening our entire platoon of 106 got into a long line in alphabetical order outside of medical. These so-called medical screenings were nothing more than an a couple old medical soldiers giving us the once over and asking us if we were fit for duty. I don't know what would have happened if we would have said we weren't, and no one in the platoon did.
As I got closer to the doors I could see into the building. My blood froze with terror as I looked at what was in store.
A cruel, sadistic and disturbed carnival of cruelty and sadism. As I saw my fellow recruits walk towards their impending doom, long auto-doc arms with long shiny needles reached out and hovered an inch away from their skin.
"Please relax," the needles plunged into their skin, delivering their poison. "Thank you."
There were a few other recruits that looked just as scared as I was, taking small, reluctant steps towards the vaccination auto-docs.
Finally it was my turn. I walked forward, surrounded by the claws of hell itself. I rolled up the sleeves on my shirt to my shoulders, fingers fumbling around nervously.
"Please relax," the soothing female voice came from the speakers. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling cold sweat beading up on my forehead. How the hell are we supposed to relax when some goddamn machines are shoving pieces of dull metal under our skin?
I jumped slightly as I felt the needles shoved into my shoulders, and both arms. "Please relax," the voice came once more. Yeah, easy for a cold-heart machine to say.
