The next morning the medics had worked on removing Stone and Tardo's bodies from the head. Everyone stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Once the bodies were removed from the area someone walked in. The man was built closely like Admiral Stone was, but he was younger. He had faded yellow skin and dark blue hair with a bit of gray in it. He had a look of both sadness, and seriousness etched across his face.
“Alright Marines! Fall in line!!”
Everyone immediately lined up at his orders.
“Now I know what happened last night was tragic. Admiral Stone was a good friend of mine. However, we cannot let that distract us from achieving our goals. Private Tardo unfortunately did not have what it took to survive in the Marines! With that being said, I am General Sentry, and I will be you're replacement drill instructor! Do not think that I will take it any easier on you than Stone did! I can personally guarantee that you WILL NOT like me by the end! I am not here to make friends! I am here, to train you into the killing machines you are!! I am not a fun man to be around but I AM FAIR!! You are no longer black, or white, or yellow, or red!! You are now green!! You are now light green! Or dark green!! Do you understand?!!”
Everyone immediately sounded off.
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
General Sentry looked over to one of the Marines standing a few feet down from Dash and AJ.
“Jenkins!”
Private Jenkins straightened up and responded immediately.
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“You the maggot who's father served in Iraq?!!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“Outstanding!! Did he have the balls to die there?!”
“SIR, NO, SIR!!”
“TOO FUCKING BAD!! Did he ever talk about it?!!”
“SIR, ONLY ONCE, SIR!!”
“GOOD!! Then he wasn't lying!!”
General Sentry stayed quiet for a second before continuing.
“You eyeballin' me, Private? ARE YOU?!!”
“SIR, NO, SIR!!”
“ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME JENKINS?!!”
“SIR, NO, SIR!!”
“OH, YOU DON'T THINK I LOOK GOOD IN MY DRILL INSTRUCTORS UNIFORM, JENKINS?!!”
“SIR, THE DRILL INSTRUCTOR LOOKS AMAZING IN HIS UNIFORM, SIR!!”
“OH, SO YOU'RE A FAGGOT AND YOU LOVE ME THEN, HUH?!!”
“SIR, I'M NOT GAY, SIR!!”
“DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, JENKINS?!!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“GUESS AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER, JOKER'S BANGIN' HER RIGHT NOW!!! GET ON YOUR FACE AND GIVE ME TWENTY FIVE FOR EVERY TIME SHE GETS FUCKED THIS WEEK!! DOWN ON YOUR FACE!!!”
Without another word, Jenkins dropped to the ground and started doing push up after push up.
“Now to the rest of you, do you have what it takes to be the meanest, the cruelest, the most sadist unforgiving motherfuckers in God's cruel kingdom?!!"
Everyone else immediately responded.
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“Will you be able to one day say, "Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the show of death, I will fear no evil, for I am the baddest motherfucker in the God damn valley?!!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“We shall fucking see...”
After about two hours of giving the rest of the recruits a lecture he told Jenkins to stop.
“Jenkins, get on your feet!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
“What does a footlocker looks like Jenkins?!!”
“SIR, A FOOTLOCKER IS A SMALL CONTAINER USUALLY KEPT AT THE FOOT OF A SOLDIERS BED!!”
“Did I ask for the definition of a footlocker, Jenkins?!!”
“SIR, NO, SIR!!”
“Then draw it on the fucking chalkboard!!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
Private Jenkins took the chalk and started to draw his best interpretation of a footlocker. General Sentry responded with disgust.
“What in the fuck is this?!”
Jenkins responded immediately.
“SIR, IT'S THE RECRUITS DRAWING OF A FOOTLOCKER, SIR!”
General Sentry shook his head disapprovingly.
“Jesus, Joseph, and doggy style Mary! THAT is a pile of horse shit!!”
“SIR, THE RECRUIT HAS NEVER BEEN GOOD AT DRAWING, SIR!!”
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY PLATOON THEN?!! ISN'T MY PLATOON SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW TO DRAW?!!”
“SIR, THE RECRUIT DOESN'T KNOW HOW THE PLATOON IS SUPPOSED TO WRITE, SIR!!”
General Sentry grabbed Jenkins by the throat, causing him to weakly fall to the ground.
“OF COURSE THE RECRUIT DOESN'T KNOW!! THE RECRUIT DOESN'T KNOW BECAUSE I HAVEN'T SAID SHIT TO HIM ABOUT IT!!!”
After a few seconds, General Sentry let go of Jenkins's throat before smacking him on the back of the head.
“Alright shit for brains!! Tell me EXACTLY where you're skivvies and running shoes go!!”
“SIR, THE RECRUIT CAN'T CONCENTRATE WHEN THE DRILL INSTRUCTOR IS BEATING HIM ON HIS HEAD, SIR!!”
“YOU CAN'T THINK WHILE I'M GIVING YOU A FEW LOVE TAPS?!! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO FIRE YOUR RIFLE, WHILE GRENADES ARE GOING OFF IN YOUR FACE?!! THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?!!”
Private Jenkins turned to look back at General Sentry.
“SIR, I GOT LOST ON THE WAY TO COLLEGE, SIR!!”
Pure rage filled General Sentry's eyes as he quickly bashed Jenkins's head off the chalkboard, making Rainbow Dash and Applejack flinch, and knocking him unconscious.
“ANYONE ELSE WANNA GET SMART WITH ME?!”
“SIR, NO, SIR!!”
Everyone responded in unison.
“THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE!! Staff Sergeant Kazinski is waiting for you maggots for your weapons training.”
“SIR, YES, SIR!!”
They all responded before quickly running outside to the training area. There a tall but well built man was waiting for them.
“Good morning ladies!”
“GOOD MORNING, SIR!!”
“Now! Before we get started! Have any of you sizzle dicks ever held or fired a sniper rifle?!”
Nobody raises their hands or says a word. Kazinski shakes his head.
“None of you?! Jesus Christ we have a lot of work to do. Because THAT is exactly what we are doing today! Each of you will be handed a loaded Model 82A1 Barrett sniper rifle! You're mission is to kill me! My mission is to kill you! And I'm good at what I do!”
One recruit raised his hand.
“So we're using real ammo?”
“No dumbass, paintballs. The fuck kind of question is that?!”
Without another word he put his hand down.
“Now! In order to engage your target, you must first be able to SEE your target! But your target must NOT see you! Chavitz!”
Suddenly a man wearing a ghillie suit stood up from the thick brush, making the recruits chuckle, even Rainbow and Applejack. Kazinski's face never changed from his serious look.
“You laugh, you die. Scratch your nose, you die. You shift your weight to take a piss, you die. You wanna shit, you better shit in your pants.”
The last part earned a quiet laugh from Rainbow Dash as she tried keeping it together.
“Still kinda cute, huh, Private Dash?”
She coughs and shakes her head*
“N-No sir...”
Staff Sergeant Kazinski went back to talking about the ghillie suit.
“This suit will hide you. You become tree, a rock. You are mud, sand, and dust. Still funny?”
Rainbow Dash shook her head.
“No sir...”
“Good. Then let's move on. Each of you will suit up in a ghillie suit. You will be given ten seconds to hide in any location you can find. If you are found, you are considered dead and you are eliminated for the day!”
Rainbow raised her hand.
“I thought we were using the guns, Staff Sergeant?”
“Are you questioning my methods newbie?!”
“N-No sir!”
“Then let's go! GO GO GO GO!!”
Each of the recruits scrambled to grab a ghillie suit and find a place to hide. Everybody was found within minutes. Even Rainbow Dash and Applejack.
“Private Dash you have got to be the worst sniper I have ever seen!”
“Why sir?”
“Have you looked in a mirror lately? You don't exactly blend in to anything.”
This earned a snicker from everyone else, including Applejack, who got daggers glared at her by her rainbow haired friend. Applejack took a breath to calm down and chuckles.
“What? It was funny.”
“Shut up, Applejack...”