Part 4
"Welcome to your first day of military training. I am your instructor, colonel Germaine. If I ask you a question, you are to answer it like this!" It was the first day of our military school and training. Roweena and I had been enrolled. this would last for about 3 weeks. Our teacher, Cl. Germaine was a Telmarine who had served under my father until his promotion to instructor. All of us children, wore the uniform. Peasants/pirate's blouse, black pants, leather cuirass (only for the girls) and a pair of leather cuffs. Our boots were of buckskin and metal tipped. Anyway, back to the "action."
"Private Ancil! What is the dull edged, sharp-pointed sword called?!"
"A Toledo Sir!" The young private answered. For the rest of the day, and week, we trained, studied and learned all about Military history and tactics. Loved it. (please note my sarcasm)
"Ithaca, if there was one food in the world you could eat everyday without getting sick of it, what would it be?" Roweena asked me as we laid in the grass watching the clouds go by. "Fruit jello. The one that bounces and jiggles when you tap it with your dessert spoon. And, it has to be the red colored one." I replied. "What about you?" "Cake, strawberry cake with lots of icing and cream!" I could hear her licking her lips. We both burst into laughter. "So, you and Mark. You both would be so cute!" She sat up. As did I. "Shut up Roweena." I groaned then fell backwards onto the soft grass, the sun's rays warming my face. "Come on Ithaca! Can't you see? You guys are soul mates! meant for each other. Bound by an invisible chain of lo-" "My gosh! Ok! Ok! so maybe I do like him a little more than friends, so?" I cut her off. "You can be so blind sometimes." She fell onto the grass with a huff. Maybe she was right. I did like him. But soul mates? No way!