A/N: I know this chapter is still rather short compared to the first one but, I had fourteen maps I had to label as homework this weekend, so I didn't get much chance to write. I wanted to post at least this much though.

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JPOV--

I jumped into the back of a cargo van. Even when no danger was posed we were warned to say attentive but, surrounded by all around me, ones thoughts couldn't help but, wander. There were few faces I could recognize. Everyone had similar cloths, similar hair cuts, and similar attitudes towards life. I suppose that's what separated me...

Our trainer had almost imediately taken a shine to me, at first he had intended to break my spirit in some sense. I couldn't take it as a bad idea on his part, he probably believed I would be a danger to myself and others if I didn't take it seriously. I did take it all seriously though, my family needed it, but that wouldn't stop me from offering up my ideas where others chose to cower. It would have been lesser a risk to have shut my mouth at certain times, but when I knew how to make something work I couldn't help but, speak my mind. This combined with my strong effort in the training was what brought me over to his good side.

I wouldn't have needed to learn the tactics that others learned in my situation to succeed, I could have rode on my personality alone and gotten just as far only slightly slower but, I learned all I could anyways. My trainer allowed me countless leisure days, however many I wanted he had said. I refused his offering and trained nearly everyday, when others got a leisure day once a week, I chose once a month.

Soon I had learned the tactics so well, I learned how to play around with them, and explore the variables. It was no longer all set facts. I began focusing most of my thoughts on how to improve our attacks. The day I voiced them was the day I was pulled out of training:

I sat on my bunk writing another letter to home, I hadn't sent any yet. In the next town we would be granted a leisure day. While I could predict others would be visiting a pub or brawl I already knew I would be sending my letters and catching up on rest that I had missed the past few weeks of training. I could have tried catching up now, for today was too, a leisure day but, the matresses were only vaguely softer than the ground. I would wait until I could find a place to stay a few nights in town, before I would bother.

Across from me Andy was instead reading a letter from home. How much I would have craved such a simple gift? I sat fidling with my pen. It would be lovely to recieve such but, I wouldn't want mother to waste money on such a thing of postage stamps on me. If only I could predict my future. I wanted to know how long I would survive. It's not that I would intent to back out and tell everyone of my age days before my predicted death. Although, I knew that I would most likely die before I saw my sister nor mother again, I figured it will be more peaceful will acceptance. But, how can acceptance be gained without warning of such happenings?

"Jasper! Frank wants to speak to you." I looked up to see Thomas at the door.

As confused as this made me -- he never called to those in training anytime during a day like this-- I followed behind Frank. When we were in sight of Frank, Thomas, gave me a pat on the back and a exasperated "Good luck" before disappearing into a tent. I walked towards Frank cautiously, he had caught sight of my immediately and watched me make me way slowly in his direction.

"Jasper! Just the man I wanted to see!" He chuckled. "What my luck is to day, huh?"

"You sent Thomas to come get me." I laughed.

He nodded. "Oh, yes. But, you still came."

"Your my commanding officer. Of course I came" I stated.

Frank sighed. "Jasper, I am no longer your commanding officer. I'm pulling you out of training."

I stared at him with wide eyes, perhaps I shouldn't have spoken to him earlier of my ideas for our formations and the like. "Please, sir. I'm shouldn't have shown such disrespect for ones authority. I need to be here."

"Your no longer in training, and you no longer have reason to call me sir..."

No, no. This couldn't happen. "But, sir--" I stopped when I saw his expression.

"Jasper, your out of training. I am no longer your commanding officer, I am your co-commanding officer. Your not being asked to leave, your rank has been raised." He explained.

"What?" I gasped.

"I took into consideration what ideas you laid out and I discussed them with others higher up in rank and we all believe you don't need training if you have these thought capabilities. You have the personality to explain things I could see that clearly, I want you to help me train others."

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