“Sir yes sir!”
All twenty thousand troopers drop down and start their push-ups. The drill sergeant looks pleased at the men working hard to get fit for their mission. He walks over to a group at the edge of the barracks. They seem slower than the rest.
“What’s wrong with you dumb asses!” he yells.
“But it’s cold here,” one of them complains.
The sergeant does feel the cold seeping in from outside. The general could be going commando again. He wishes he doesn’t do that, it makes it hard for him to get the soldiers ready.
“Suck it up and pick up the pace,” he says, “that’ll make you warmer.”
He walks over to the compound communication system. His men inside the barracks must have the best possible care to survive the hardships of battle. They all know it’s a suicide mission, but only one has to make it. That would change the world. Continue reading