Soldier Qualification Serial 23 November 2009 Part 1

I thought of a great way to break back into writing some story content. Why not write a story about something I actually experienced. This allows me an easy way back into the whole scene of things.So what am I writing about. Well this summer I did my Soldier Qualification Course. It teaches you how to use the machine guns, the grenades, digging trenches, offensive and defensive operation. It's a decently challenging course, and I have lots of great stories from it.Now I could just write it out as a journal entry. "Ya I did this, and this happened". But that is just telling you the story. A real story is about showing you the story. Showing you what happened. Letting you experience whats going on.So that is what I'm going to do. I've been meaning to write in my journal about SQ. It's been a while since I've written in it. But I figured, why not put it into a story format, and let you read it as a story.Also, all other names will be fictitious, accept mine.I'm not going to write it all at once, this is going to be a serial. I'll write it in parts. It may not be edited the best. I'm basically writing this as a first draft, with some minor check overs once it's written before posting. Don't expect it to be flawless. It will be a good read though.Warning: If you offended by swearing, and some graphic scenes and scenarios, don't read!So, onto Soldier Qualification Part 1*******************************************************************Soldier Qualification 23 November 2009 Part 1"Hurry the fuck up you shits!", a big body bald sargent burst into the T.V common room of the shacks, waving his pay stick. "What you fucking waiting for? I haven't got all day! Get your fucking asses outside you sloppy fucks? Pull your head out of your asses!"I'm not going to lie, my first reg force course, and this is how it started; I will exaggerate and say I almost shit myself. I took off out the common room, almost tripping on a chair, and ran out the door, down the hall, and out the shack entrance doors to my right that exited the shacks."What the fuck! Where is your kit? I want all your kit out here, on the ground ten minutes ago! Move your asses. Move with a sense of purpose people!" We met this tall stone faced sargent outside. I turned around with the rest of the troops like a cow in a heard and ran back into the shacks."What the fuck are you doing? I told you fuckers to get your fucking asses outside!" The bald sargent looked like he could explode.So the mind games had begun. We hurried past him and grabbed our kit. I had two kit bags. Luckily I never got issued my field kit, and CFB Meaford would greet me with the uniform I wore and some extra civy clothing in my bags. I could thank PRETC and CFB Borden's Clothing Stores for that."Hurry the fuck up!" the bald sargent yelled with a whiny bellow.Outside we started spreading our kit on the ground as a smaller, but witty, master corporal instructed. "All your kit. I want all your kit spread out on the ground. Come on, hurry up, we haven't got all day." he said. "What a bunch of fuck faces." he shook his head. We learned Master Corporal Sanders liked joking around and calling people fuck faces. I liked him.I pulled my little bit of kit I had out of my green military issued canvas bag, and set my civilian suit case I brought to face the instructors, with the top open. I did not want my suit case contents on the ground. It consist of my dress uniform, my shiny parade boots, and some books. I knew the instructors wouldn't mind me leaving this stuff in my suit case.Always though, you have that one person. That one person takes everything literally, to the tee, and when they are nervous and scared, as everyone felt at the time, that goes ten fold.A shorter, stocky girl- Private Myre- fit the description of 'that one person'. As I nervously and awkwardly organized my kit for the inspection I knew all to well as fate, I heard some racket behind me where my suit case sat.I turned around an in shock I said, "what the fuck are you doing?"She looked up from her devious work, "they said everything.""I'm sure not my dress uniform." I knew they wouldn't. There isn't one ass hole in the army that would make me or any one else dirty up my dress uniform and boots on the ground. Maybe everything else, but not that.Defiantly, "everything!"woah bitch, okay, I thought. I let her know I didn't want to argue, but I wasn't happy. "Hey, okay, but now all my dress shit is dirty,""It sucks; deal with it." I dealt with it. She finished dumping my nice clean uniform on the ground then went back to her stuff."Hurry the fuck up!" a loud booming, but whiny voice sounded. It's a bit difficult to describe Sargent Moy's voice. It's loud and powerful, but at times you hear a whine in it. Not the whine of a whiner, but of somebody talking down to you in a condescending manner. It's not a funny voice. It is very serious. When Sargent Moy is trying to make you move, and isn't happy, you know it, and you want to make him happy.I finished my kit, so I helped the others out. Once ready, the instructors started listing out kit. If we had it, we held it up. If we didn't we, had to explain why we weren't holding the piece of kit up. I had to explain a lot."You there," Master Corporal Sanders glanced at my name tag," Callahan, Where is your sleeping bag?""I have not been issued any kit Master Corporal."Sargent Stone Face barked."Callahan?""Sargent!""How long since you last were on course?""Summer 2007 Sargent." I didn't mention that summer 2007 I did the exact same SQ course. My reg force recruiter signed me up to do the course again however. I didn't want to be made a target by the staff."Well I can FUCKING tell Callahan. You better remember to stand at attention when you address a higher rank or I'll shove my boot up your ass." Sargent Anglis had the face of a cliff rock face; emotionless. He didn't ever smile. Not yet anyways."Yes Sargent!" I came to attention awkwardly around the kit at my feet. I also always feel I move awkwardly when I'm nervous, like my muscles are trying to move in all sorts of directions; not the direction they are supposed to. "All I have is my three sets of uniforms and a couple other things Master Corporal.""Thats better Callahan," Master Corporal Sanders said. "Ok, well we'll get you sorted out in Meaford."After inspection we packed up our kit. I tried to neatly, but quickly, fold up my dress uniform again, and pack up my suit case. With the help of human chain of us privates, we loaded our kit onto a moving truck.Afterward Sargent Moy told us to, "get out of my fucking way," and looked into the back of the moving truck. "What is this?" he asked Private Knight, a twenty something guy of average build and height with dark hair."Sargent!" Knight looked into the back of the truck. "Sargent, I don't know Sargent."The booming whine, "you don't know?""No Sargent.""I'll tell you what is fucking wrong," Sargent Moy's whine started up. "This truck is packed like shit with no regard that maybe there are valuables in the bags." We began moving forward to repack the truck. "Stop!" Sargent Moy put up his hand. "We aren't repacking it. You troops better hope your fucking shit isn't broken by the time we get to Meaford. Now get on the damn bus. HURRY UP!"We ran to the bus. A nice travel bus with T.V's. As we entered a loud angry, condescending voice lectured us. "You fucking shit bags better start acting like a team! This is going to be a long month if you don't work together. Watch each others fucking backs. Help each other out. Respect each others kit. I hate shit bags," Sargent Anglis finished his lecture.I found a place to sit on the bus. Lots of room to pick my own seat. Sargent Moy entered the bus. All 30 of us sat up straight in our seats. "There will not be a fucking word on this bus all the way from here to Meaford. You will sit up in your seats, straight, and professional. NOT A MOTHER FUCKING WORD!" Sargent Moy exited the bus.Master Corporal Sanders stood behind him and looked at us all before exiting the bus himself. "Fuck faces," he chuckled then left us to our silent ride.*******************************************************************This is the end of Part 1 of the Soldier Qualification Serial.I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more coming soon!Cheers,Cuyler Callahan