Training Days
I hope we've all been enjoying the story so far in this one I drop a big bombshell which I've been building towards for about the whole story up to this point hopefully I do it in a way that you will enjoy. I have a few more hick ups at some point planned and rest assured the world is still grounded in the modern warfare games universe, so expect the unexpected with this one, unless like always it's not that hard to guess what's coming next and you know what's going to happen in that case aren't you clever (patronising head pat :p). But onto the story! I don't own COD but I do own Anchor!
I heard my alarm go off buzzing on the edge of the table which was sat not even a foot from my head, "Oh Fuck off!" I sighed to myself as I smashed the thing on the head knocking it onto the floor, it rolled in a strange circle for about a minute before resting looking up at me saying proudly that it was half four in the morning. "Great," I then whispered as I sat upright on my bed, I looked down at my legs and put my hand on my knees, I then looked up at my uniform which I had cleanly pressed before I had gone to sleep after the disaster of a briefing the night previously.
I slid my leg inside the walking prosthetic and clambered over to the wardrobe where my stuff was hung; it looked so new and different from what I remembered from my time in the marines. I placed the clothes on and straightened up before exiting into the corridor where I saw Pitchings leave his room too.
"You ready for the longest day?" Pitchings asked me as I saw the other NCOs come out of their holes and line up outside the main billeting room.
"Aye, it's going to be fun," I laughed as he placed his hand on the door knob and twisted it. "Game on," I quietly whispered to myself as we all burst through the room followed by a set of thunder flashes thrown in by the other two NCOs who pushed their way into the room as the candidates just fell out of bed.
"Right you lot, get up!" Pitchings shouted at the candidates as they tried to regain their feet.
"You!" I pointed out one who was still laid on the floor shaking, "Welcome to the fucking marines, now get the fuck up!" I shouted at him and dragged him to his feet by the side of his neck.
"Right you all look fabulous, don't you!" The Corporal who threw one of the thunder flashes in shouted to the candidates as they all stood up to attention shaking and naked.
"Yes, Corporal!" They all replied in unison.
"Glad you think so!" He then shouted out as he made his was over to the candidate that I had helped up, "Havershack, isn't it?" He demanded in the candidates face even though he was about six inches shorter than the candidate.
"Yes, sir!" The candidate replied shaking profusely.
"Well, I'm glad you see my upper class mentality," he shouted into the candidates face, "But I'm not a fucking officer, I'm your corporal, now get down and give me a push up for every fuck up in this room and I count sixty!" He demanded as he shoved the candidate to the floor and placed his well-polished boot on his back.
When the candidate had finished Pitchings called off his pit-bull and took over, "Right now I want everyone out in the parade square suited and booted for Colours Jacks to give you your first PT session," He said calmly with a blood curdling stare which gave every candidate a look like they had well and truly met their maker.
"Yes, Woz!" They all replied as they frenzied to get themselves ready, I however retreated to my room and placed my running leg on which felt strange I hadn't had much practise in it but I guess this would have to be my baptism by fire.
I waited outside the building at the centre point of the parade square; eventually Corporal pit-bull led them out into the darkness which was only lit by the lights above the door attached to a balcony. I could see two figures up on the balcony but I couldn't make out who exactly they were.
"Stop looking so fucking sloppy you bunch of useless wankers and get your shit together, four fucking ranks of fifteen, left hand dress, it's not fucking hard!" I ordered from the centre of the parade square, I could hear my voice echo around the square as the darkness. I head the immediate shuffling of the candidates boots on the ground as they organised themselves on the square. I wandered up and down the front rank seeing the candidate who had been grilled by the Corporal and stood next to him was a man of similar build but he had brown hair not the blonde look of the first, he was tall at least five eleven but not near to my six four.
As I approached the candidate he smirked to which I pulled him from the ranks, "You, out here now!" I ordered as I pulled him by the crown of his hair. "Now then tell us all what you found so funny!" I barked as he stood now isolated from the pack, defenceless.
"Erm…"
"Oh for fucks sake," I said as I put him on his knees, "Fucking say it you pussy! If you can't me what you think how will you ever have the sack to love a woman, you fucking child!"
"It's just your peg leg," He nervously recoiled as he blurted out the words.
"My what?" I demanded as he cowered on the floor.
"You peg leg?" He questioned confused.
"Get the fuck up," I dragged him to his feet by the back of his UBAC shirt and stood him in front of me. He was now absolutely shitting himself, I placed me hands on either of his shoulders, "I bet I can beat you in a race," I told him quietly in his ear.
"Huh?" Was his blank response.
"I'll race you!" I shouted to the group.
"What?"
"A fucking running race like in the Olympics, it's about a hundred metres to the mess hall doors, I bet I can beat you," I simply said to him. To which he nodded. "Corporal could you count down for me?" I asked.
"Yes, Colours," He replied quickly as he stood to attention.
"Good, so on three," I nodded to the candidate. I heard the Corporal slowly count to three but just as he reached two I turned to the candidate and smashed my forehead into his skull knocking him to the floor like a sack of potatoes and when the Corporal reached three, I just simply walked over to the mess hall doors and walked back.
"Right so does anyone else have any snide fucking remarks about my peg leg?" I questioned to the remaining fifty nine candidates.
"No, Colours!" They shouted back.
"Good now get him back up and in line!" I ordered to the two who would have been standing either side of him in the ranks.
I spent the next hour until breakfast running their arses into the ground but by the time breakfast had come around my voice was starting to become rather horse so I let them go for breakfast.
I walked into the mess hall following the precession of the candidates who were already shattered and it was only half six, "Hey, Colours, over here!" A voice shouted from behind me as I collected my food from the counter.
I turned around to look at where the voice had come from, I spotted the Lieutenant waving his hand at me, I walked over holding my plastic tray with food on top waiting for me to devour it. I sat down next to Pitchings who had a smirk on his face, as did the Corporal and the lieutenant.
"Alright then what's up?" I asked the three of them as I plonked my tray down with a loud clang.
"We were just admiring your work with the candidates this fine and brisk autumn morning," The lieutenant smiled as he tucked into his bacon butty.
"That was just the beginning give me six days of that and you'll get your marines at the end," I smiled.
"But then you're just taking away all the fun," The Corporal said as he spoke through a gob full of food which sprayed everywhere as he spoke.
"Nice," The lieutenant said as he looked at the corporal with pity, "Now we've got just basic fitness for the first week with a bit of drill provided by Warrant Officer Pitchings," He smiled.
"Oh for fucks sake, why me?" Pitchings asked as he sunk his head low.
"Because no one actually likes you," The lieutenant kicked while he was down at the same time as trying to keep his bacon in his gob.
"Very respectable, Sir," I laughed as I saw his bacon sandwich plaque slip from his mouth.
"You forget that all marines are inebriates and that if it wasn't for the marines we'd probably all be in prison or on the dole?" The Corporal questioned as the lieutenant picked back up his plaque and put it back in his mouth.
"Aye, that's true," I nodded to the Corporal.
I took the morning off as the candidates were getting their initial indoctrination, I just spent my time in the gym getting myself back into the right conditioning for training the poor bastards that I had under me.
It came to about half past one and I had to go for lunch but afterwards I would be taking the candidates and putting them through their paces in the sports hall, they were led in like before by the corporal, obviously something had sunken in a bit they held ranks so they looked like royal marine candidates.
"Right get in line, time for a bleep test," I said as the candidates all lined up just in ranks and got ready to run.
The test lasted over half an hour some of these guys were fit but I could get them to break and then we could make marines.
Two weeks down the line and the candidates and I were preparing for the first field craft exercise they would undertake, they had been driven down to just thirty guys now and they still had seven weeks left of it. I had had some down time and written Ashley a bluey which I had gotten a written reply via the same manner saying she was still feeling ill so I decided to call her before I left for the exercise she seemed pretty fine and was coping but I knew I couldn't wait until week eight and that weekend.
By the time we had gotten pitched up in Dartmoor it was around half eight and we had lost pretty much all light except for the IR a head torches that all the NCOs and the CO were wearing. We made sure everyone had gotten their tent up for the night and were ready to hit the hay for the cold night.
When the CO gave the order we switched over the night vision to make sure everyone was actually asleep. It was all gravy till about five am when the CO ordered a live firing of the minimi and gimpy, which shook the ground waking up the candidates who had probably had a rough night as it was but that was sure to wake them.
The first day consisted of learning how to read the land followed by a three hour nav course and a live exercise to make sure they had been listening, they had all past the initial nav test which meant they were actually learning something being here.
Their final activity was for them to create a detailed drawing of a small village situated in the valley and for them to report back with what the found, little did they know it would be an actual town no military personnel just civvies.
They reported back late and inaccurate but it was to be expected for their first attempt not terrible, they could have been way better though.
We had another rough night out only this time it was the first frost on Dartmoor, which was bloody cold. By morning the whole marsh had frozen we trudged for three miles in full kit to get ourselves into a position where the mastiffs and huskies could pick us up.
We got back into base by ten am just in time for Wozzo to give them a good drill session on tired legs. They did it on the verge of being broken three collapsed and two were bollocked for doing it wrong which meant that they all paid in blood sweat and tears.
"We've almost got them," The Lieutenant told me as we stood on the balcony overlooking the parade square.
"Then let's make some marines then," I told him as I walked into the office to get myself a glass of water and grabbed a bag of monster munch to eat.
Two days later.
I received another bluey from Ashley saying that she wanted to talk to me as soon as I got the letter; I couldn't until the evening as I was grilling the candidates in the gym for several hours from lunch until tea and then I would be teaching them how to behave at the range.
It got to around seven o'clock when I could actually ring her, she picked up near enough instantly.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked her.
"I went to the doctors the other day, about the constant sickness, and they took a test," She replied like she was beating around the bush a lot.
"What kind of test?" I asked her concerned.
"A blood test," She replied.
"And what was the result?" I said sounding very patronising.
"My HGC level was higher than expected," She replied sheepishly.
"HGC? Oh shit," I replied as I realised what HGC actually was.
"Yeah there's the possibility that I'm pregnant," She annihilated me as she spoke cutting through my veil of facelessness with that one word.
"Do they know for sure?" I asked not know whether to be excited or fearful.
"No their going to take a proper test in two weeks to see if the HGC levels have raised any further but I won't know until then," She replied sounding just like me.
"Okay then, we don't know for sure but if it comes to it I'll be with you every step alright?" I smiled down the phone trying to not sound like a terrified school child.
"Yeah that sounds like a good idea, you should get back to your little boys," She laughed I think we were both in too much shock to think.
"Yeah I should," I paused, "I love you."
"I love you too," She bounced before putting down the phone, I didn't immediately put down the phone on my end I just held it in shock I think it was actually setting in, that feeling of holy fucking shit was happening.
So what you think? Huh? Huh? Please I'd like to know really I do, I know my use of grammar leaves a lot to be desired but I do write this is a near identical way to how I speak and how people from the part of the UK I come from speak so our use of grammar isn't proper Queen's English but hopefully it's not too bad for people to understand I really do want to know how you think the story is going and what improvements you think I should make. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter and until next time… PEACE!