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// The Basics 
// Story: Boot Camp 
// by Randy11201 
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There we were, Parris Island South Carolina. One of the training depots for the United States Marine Corp, this is my new home, platoon 2142 of Indigo company from 2nd Battalion. Now in these ten weeks, we will be train from boys to man, from a civilian to a killer. The only question that bothers me is why don't they just cut it to eight weeks instead of ten.





Every training always starts with PT, today the recruits of platoon 2142 starts their training by jogging and obstacle course becore they could conduct any advance training.

5:am in the morning, everyone is still sleeping soundly until their sleep is interrupted when the moment the drill instructors step in their barracks.

"Lights Lights Lights!" Jackson put his hand on the lights switch and turns it on. As the lights are turn on, silvertip takes up a metal bin and starts hitting it with a stick. "Wake up ladies wake up, beauty sleeps over so now get your ass up and get your uniforms ready. Training starts at 0510 which means you have 10 fucking minutes to prepare!"

Ally gets up and immediately jump down the bed and suit up as fast as possible. With his uniform suit up Ally and the other recruits immediaty tidy their beds.

"Man I hate this." he thinks while tidying his bed.

Meanwhile Anon put on his glasses after putting on his uniform, he walk towards his bed and starts tidying it. "How am I supposed to do this?" Anon thinks as he struggles to tidy his bed.

After 10 minutes of chaos with instructors yelling at recruits who are putting on their uniforms and tidying their beds, the recruits of platoon 2142 Indigo company finally left their barracks and runs towards their instructors who are standing outside waiting for them. The sky was dark and the air was cooling but the recruits had no time to relax because they are about to start their training.

With their bodies warmed up, the recruits starts their training with a long jog.

"Mama and papa were laying in bed." Silvertip calls out.







Later the recruits are taken to the obstacle course which they will test their psychical.

"Move your asses ladies, move it!" Silvertip says looking at the recruits who are moving on the monkey bar. "AK-47s are shooting at you and you have 10 seconds tackle this obstacle before they gun your fat asses down!" 

For Bleeze and Ally, tackling the monkey bar is as as simple as a piece of cake but for Anon, it's the hardest thing that he ever do. "cmon dammit." Anon says to himself as he tries to grip on the bar and moves.

The next obstacle requires recruits to work with a partner, Ally is order to work with Anon and for him, he hates this so much. The recruits are order to climb a wall obstacle and cross to a next place by swinging past a pile of muddy water with a rope. "Cmon Anon move it." Ally says crouching on top of the wall trying to help Anon. "Man you suck, if this is a real war I might be killed trying to wait for you." He jumps down the wall and runs towards another wall where he jump past with ease, after that he immeadiatley swing past the pile of muddy water and runs towards next obstacle. But before he could tackle the next obstacles, he was stop by drill instructor smith.

"Where's your partner private?" Smith asked.

"Sir the privates partner is struggling to go pat that wall over there sir!" He replied.

"Bullshit, on the fucking ground private, give me ten!"

"SIR YES SIR!" Ally shouted getting on the ground doing ten push-ups.

"Private Allison, remember, no matter what happens on the field, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE YOUR PARTNER BEHIND BECAUSE WE DONT LEAVE ANY MARINES BEHIND. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"SIR YES SIR!" Ally shouts getting up from the ground.

"Now go back and get your partner!" Smith shouted.

"AYE SIR!"

Ally once again runs back though the obstacles and find Anon.





After chow, the recruits are now standing on the parade ground with their rifles on their hand where they are teach how to march.

"Port, ARMS!" Silver commands.

The recruits lift their rifles up and hold it with both of their hands across their body.

"Right shoulder, ARMS!" 

The recruits grasp the barrel of their rifles and move it under their right elbow, holding the stock with their hand.

"Heel to the right, TURN!"

The recruits turn to their right side but some half of the recruits accidentally turned to the other side.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF JESUS H CHRIST ARE YOU RETARDS TRYING TO DO TO MY CORP?!" Silvertip shouted "WHEN I SAY TO THE RIGHT, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TURN TO THE RIGHT NOT TO THE OTHERSIDE!"

The recruits immediately turn back to their original position.

"Again. Heel to the right, TURN!"

This time the recruits finally did it right, the recruits turned to their right side. As they are turned to their right side, the platoon leader turned right and marched towards the recruits of the third row.

"Forward, MARCH!"

The recruits lift their left foot and start to march steadily.

"Left, Left, Left Right Left. Left, Left, Left Right Left." "Left shoulder, ARMS!"

The recruits switch their rifle positions from their right hand to their left land while marching.

"Left right a layo o right a lo."