Eric and Ike stepped off the bus.
"This is basic training, eh? A lot less shit than I expected," Eric said.
They formed a line to have their personal items taken. Eric opened his satchel, and found something he didn't pack.
Kyle's hat. There was a note attatched.
"In case you need something to remember me by while you're gone.
-Love, Kyle"
He didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He handed the man Kyle's hat and some other things.
All the men and women that got off the bus walked over to a tall, blonde man that was the commanding officer.
"Welcome to basic training, recruits," he said, seeming surprisingly friendly.
"Here in boot camp, you will be trained for nine excruciating weeks. Now, you're all probably starving and tired. I can understand that, it's 1650 hours. However, before you eat, you'll have to do some paperwork," he told them.
"If you need a schedule, look at this chart," he said.
Eric examined the chart.
0500 hours - Wake up
0550 hours - Physical Training
0600 hours - Breakfast
0850 hours - Training
1200 hours - Lunch
1300 hours - Training
1700 hours - Dinner
1800 hours - Drill Sergeant Time
2050 hours - Personal Time
2150 hours - Lights Out
Eric filled out a bit of paperwork and went into the mess hall. He ate as much as he could, but he had lost his appetite from missing Kyle so much.
"It's only been one day, and I feel like my heart is ripping itself apart! How will I make it through 364 more days?!" Eric thought to himself.
That night, Eric was dead tired. He crawled into his bunk and began to fall asleep. As he was almost asleep, someone quietly came into the room. It looked like the commanding officer.
"Here, I wanted you to have this back," he said. He gave him Kyle's hat and left. Eric hugged the hat and fell asleep.
However, before the man left and he fell asleep, Eric got a close look at his name tape. It said "McCormick".