Training, Again
The first thing we did was meet our Sergeant. He was a tough, world war 2 vet that fought in the B-52s. Then, he ordered us to do a small field training course. It was simple, composing of only how to avoid booby traps, target practice, and dealing with ambushes. Honestly, It freaked me out that we might be facing these dangers in battle. I passed, and so did most people, except one. They didn't care anyway, and just put him on the next truck to the front lines.