Story 1
"Wake up house mouse." Brandon felt a painful jab in his side, he looked over to see Steven sitting there with a stupid looking grin on his face. "I said wake the fuck up we're almost there." "Almost where?" Said Brandon Steven replied "Our first duty station jerk off where do you think? You better be awake when we get there, word on the vine is the Platoon Daddy has a patrol for us to break us new guys in." "I'd like to see you call our new platoon sergeant platoon daddy and see what happens." Said Brandon "You know you don't have to be so serious all of the time." Steven said, "You could learn to have a little more fun." "And you could learn to have a little less fun Coker." Replied Brandon cooly. "Oh big man breaking out last names on us now are we?" Steven said "Well shit then private Johns whiny don't you show us all how or be perfect military men, God knows you've been in since a little before January." I could say the same to you said Brandon, why don't you wake me when you need me. Brandon turned back over and leaned against the side of the troop transport they were in, he attempted to sleep away what little time they had left before they arrived at their new base. Brandon felt the transport slow to a grinding halt and heard boots coming around to the back of the transport. The doors where flung open and any remnants of sleep were washed away by the sounds of their squad leader Sgt. Bishop stony voice yelling: "Get out of my fucking transport maggots! Now! Let's move like you got a pair into formation!" The privates shoved each other out of the way avoiding Sgt. Hartman's death glare. After a few fear filled seconds the privates and squad leaders had formed their platoon. Steven and Brandon fell into first squad. They saw their new platoon sergeant storm out of the barracks to meet his newest victims, he looked at each private menacingly, looking for one of them to mess up so he could unleash his wrath. He stood in front of the formation, and bellowed "On the command of fall out everyone will move to the barracks and stow their gear and personal belongings except for first squad am I understood!" The platoon responded with a thunderous Hoooooo haaaa. Fall out yelled the platoon sergeant. First squad formed up on their platoon sergeant and awaited their orders. He started off "You new guys need to get your feet wet, to do this you're going on a routine patrol with several other squads only a few kilometres away from the base. You will be in full combat attire and will have your weapons with you. Listen I don't want any fuck ups on the first day do you understand me?" "Yes sir!" Replied first squad. "Excellent then I want each and every one of you to run and store your personal belongings and then meet back here in twenty minutes ready to rock and roll am I understood!" Yes sir! "Good them move out!" Brandon stowed his personals quickly before getting dressed into combat attire. He returned with his squad to where his platoon sergeant was waiting. "Gather your weapons out of the troop transports and then move out to meet the other squads they're waiting for you 5 kilometres out." First squad gathered their weapons Brandon looked around, There were eight members of his squad that he had known for little less than a month besides Steven, yet he trusted them with his life and they did the same. "That's a nice piece you have there boy." Said Steven gesturing at the SAW In Brandon's hands. "How does it feel carrying that heavy piece of shit around?" "It feels like I could fills you with lead with no problem, it would be easier than carrying the extra ammo boxes, I could just shoot them into you." Said Brandon Steven smirked "Did I ever tell you you're a comic genius, seriously." "Oh yeah" replied Brandon? "Did I ever tell you, that you should go fuck yourself?" "Why no you..." "Stop aggling first squad let's move out, we're late enough as it is." Said Sgt. Bishop