Life Is Hard In The ARMY!, chapter 1
"Ahhhhhhh!" I yelled as I flopped off of my cot and onto the cold sand that lay below me. "Stupid trumpet alarm." I got up and brushed the dirt off of myself and looked up to see Mike already getting dressed.
"Morning Princess," he sniggered as he looked up to see me fully awake. "You've been here for three months and you're still not used to that?"
"You see my dear Michael," I started to say in a posh accent, "that's something YOU NEVER FUCKING GET USED TO!" He burst out laughing at my anger. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Tre's cot which lay only a few feet away from mine. 'Only Tre can sleep through something as loud as that,' I thought seeing how Tre was still soundly asleep. "Tre?" I whispered, "Tre..." I said a little louder, "TRE!" I shouted. He shot awake and jumped about 40 feet in the air. I burst out laughing at the scared look on his face.
"Why you!" he said as he jumped to his feet and began chasing me across the tent. "I'll get you for that!" I was still laughing as he was chasing me.
"Tre you're too slow, you'll never catch me!" I huffed and kept running.
"LADIES! THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER! YOU ARE IN THE ARMY! STOP LAUGHING!" Lt. Hughes shouted at Tre and I. We stopped running and waited for him to leave out tent and burst out laughing. Mike came up to me and patted me on the back.
"Smooth move Armstrong," he said mockingly and smacked me upside the head. I rolled my eyes and Tre and I went back to our cots to get dressed into our Camo uniforms. 'Yep, Camo pants, black shirt, dog tags, Camo jacket and hat. What a life right?' I sat down on my musty cot, grabbed my boots and turned them upside down and shook them. A small pile of sand and a small scorpion fell out and scurried away. I slipped them on and looked at Tre who seemed to be having trouble with putting his jacket on. He finally figured out and sat down to put his boots on. I got up from my cot and went into the small breakfast line. Mike was already 'enjoying' his freeze dried mac & cheese. I sighed, took my hat off and ran my fingers through my black hair.
"ARMSTRONG! PRITCHARD! WRIGHT! General Mustang would like to see you three in her quarters NOW!" Lt. Hughes said and left the tent once more.
"What do you think she wants?" I asked turning to face Mike.
"I don't know but let's not make her mad by her waiting," Mike said obviously scared of her. We walked out of the tent into the dry Iraqi air and over to the General's tent. "You first," Mike said and pushed Tre towards the tent.
"Nah Mikey boy I think you should go first," he replied and went behind Mike and gave him a little shove. I rolled my eyes at the two fighting for who should go first.
"You two shut up I'll go first!" I raised my voice getting irritated at the two. I took a deep breath and took a step forward into her tent.
"Morning Princess," he sniggered as he looked up to see me fully awake. "You've been here for three months and you're still not used to that?"
"You see my dear Michael," I started to say in a posh accent, "that's something YOU NEVER FUCKING GET USED TO!" He burst out laughing at my anger. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Tre's cot which lay only a few feet away from mine. 'Only Tre can sleep through something as loud as that,' I thought seeing how Tre was still soundly asleep. "Tre?" I whispered, "Tre..." I said a little louder, "TRE!" I shouted. He shot awake and jumped about 40 feet in the air. I burst out laughing at the scared look on his face.
"Why you!" he said as he jumped to his feet and began chasing me across the tent. "I'll get you for that!" I was still laughing as he was chasing me.
"Tre you're too slow, you'll never catch me!" I huffed and kept running.
"LADIES! THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER! YOU ARE IN THE ARMY! STOP LAUGHING!" Lt. Hughes shouted at Tre and I. We stopped running and waited for him to leave out tent and burst out laughing. Mike came up to me and patted me on the back.
"Smooth move Armstrong," he said mockingly and smacked me upside the head. I rolled my eyes and Tre and I went back to our cots to get dressed into our Camo uniforms. 'Yep, Camo pants, black shirt, dog tags, Camo jacket and hat. What a life right?' I sat down on my musty cot, grabbed my boots and turned them upside down and shook them. A small pile of sand and a small scorpion fell out and scurried away. I slipped them on and looked at Tre who seemed to be having trouble with putting his jacket on. He finally figured out and sat down to put his boots on. I got up from my cot and went into the small breakfast line. Mike was already 'enjoying' his freeze dried mac & cheese. I sighed, took my hat off and ran my fingers through my black hair.
"ARMSTRONG! PRITCHARD! WRIGHT! General Mustang would like to see you three in her quarters NOW!" Lt. Hughes said and left the tent once more.
"What do you think she wants?" I asked turning to face Mike.
"I don't know but let's not make her mad by her waiting," Mike said obviously scared of her. We walked out of the tent into the dry Iraqi air and over to the General's tent. "You first," Mike said and pushed Tre towards the tent.
"Nah Mikey boy I think you should go first," he replied and went behind Mike and gave him a little shove. I rolled my eyes at the two fighting for who should go first.
"You two shut up I'll go first!" I raised my voice getting irritated at the two. I took a deep breath and took a step forward into her tent.
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