My platoon of ten.

Entry 2- I must admit, it wasn’t all that easy to learn all those new things. Learning to shoot. If I can shoot in the right direction, it will have to be counted a great success! Learning to dig. Fuck, my arms are still hurting. Learning to help someone with medical assistance. That went actually easy, I wasn’t scared of the blood at all. Probably because I’ve bloodied myself together with others too many times. And patched myself up and others too, also too many times. Tactics and strategy? I keep messing up the two. Never mind how to use them in actual situations. It was the reason I was here, because of my inability to make a decent plan instead of asking my sister to help me out. Oh no, don’t go there... Kylie. My name is Kylie. If I repeat it often enough, perhaps I will believe it. – End entry 2.

Kylie felt very insecure of herself. Now more than ever. Standing there on the square, waiting to be picked up by a team leader. She had to admit to herself she didn’t do outstanding in the training disciplines. The best ones were already taken. The strong ones too. Most of the males too. She looked at what was left and she really felt her to be part of the bottom of the pile. Fucking useless, that’s what I am, as usual. Then she heard someone call out ‘Kylie’. She didn’t react at first, but then realized it was her they meant. Kylie, my name is Kylie. She was chosen by Alex, the older man.

She had seen Alex before, during the training and found him a nice man, a bit odd, and saw him staring at her at times, before guiltily looking away. She didn’t mind, men always did. Though she found it odd, he would do it guiltily, as if he felt ashamed of himself. That took her by surprise, she remembered, as she hadn’t met too many of those.

So, she joined the older man. Why did he enlist, at his age? Sure, his body was in good condition, in very good condition even. Next to the older man, she saw the two young, obviously gay boys Peter and Jon talking to a third boy. With the third boy, clinging to his arm almost, she saw a young woman, she recalled of being a medic, Kate was her name. And the boy she was almost clinging to, was her younger brother, Tom. “She looks very nervous,” Kylie thought to herself.

After her joining the team, a young man was called into the group. She remembered him being a quiet guy, barely uttering his name, Dave, when she had tried to talk to him during the training.

After him came Kemal. Him, she was wary of. He wasn’t in the least ashamed of staring at her, on the contrary. He looked like one of those she was **** of having to fuck. She knew she had a dirty mind, but Kemal seemed one of those, she would gladly have referred to one of the other girls. And then being ashamed of having to do so, as she knew the other girls didn’t want to fuck those men either. After Kemal coming into the group she instinctively went to stand closer to the older man. Damnit, why do I always get so scared so easily?

The big gentle ugly man Dieter joined second to last. Of his kind she had fucked a lot. She hadn’t liked it, but she didn’t mind it too much either. The last one to join the group was the weird kid, Michael, stupid as a sack of nails. The team leader looked pained, but he had ****. Michael was the last one standing on the empty square.