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This Means War

Stepping up behind Daisy, I waited for her to finish and go inside before taking her place beside the soldier. “The names Samuel Pace and I’m 19.” I said listing all the things we were requested to tell them. ”Medium size, 5’8 and my weight is 160 pounds.”
“Thank you Samuel, head on in.” He said and I nodded at him in thanks before following Daisy inside. I was surprised there weren’t more people in here by now. With a small shrug to myself, I walked over to the back of the room where more of the empty beds stood. “So we just pick any one we want right?” I asked turning to look back at Daisy.

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“I think so.” I said and stood up, quickly following her out along with everyone else in the hall. Once we reached the door, I held it open for Daisy. “Here.” I said as people pushed past us, eager to get a bed. Once out of the building, we made for the first left street we saw and immediately saw the cabins. There were five of them, and they were large but not big enough for our entire base to sleep in. As we neared them, I noticed one had already been occupied, and people were standing in the doorway giving their information to an official looking soldier in uniform who wrote everything down on a clipboard.

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I sighed as General Jones nodded at us all and left the stage, obviously feeling he’d said quite enough. Great, we had to ration food. It was tiring process and for the injured, wouldn’t give much support for their healing bodies. “Right, more instruction once we get to our dorms.” I said looking at Daisy. “So, where are those? These people aren't all that into detail are they.”

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Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Daisy was right behind me so I gestured to some seats nearby. “Ladies first.” I said with a small smile, as I let her into the row of seats before me. Sitting down next to her, I looked around the room, waiting for something to happen as I watched the rest of the soldiers find their own seats. There certainly wasn’t everyone from our base here. Either they’d been left behind like I almost had been, or killed. Or both.

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I looked out the window towards the building the bus driver pointed at. The soldiers moving into the building looked tired and nervous, even on the bus we could hear their chattering as they gossiped about what might be happening next. "I guess that's us." I said looking over at Daisy, before standing up to follow the rest of our bus load off.
Some people were clearly injured as they limped into the brick building, some sort of hall was my first assumption. Others were covered in so much blood, it was difficult to know where it was coming from. These people shouldn't be filing into a building, they should be in the infirmary, getting patched up.

Stepping off of the bus, I immediately smelt something pungent, chemical related, the smell usually associated with some army bases these days. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and continued towards the building with the rest of the crowd.

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“Hmm… That seems weird.” I said the concern clear on my face. “Oh well, I guess it was a while ago, and you guys all came back safe so I suppose that’s what matters. Right?” I asked relaxing, even though I still wasn't sure about any of it. If that happened once, it’s possible it could’ve happened again, and that wasn't good for our side. Then again, you can’t just ignore official orders.

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"Wow, didn't think we did things like that. When was it?" I asked her with a slight frown, if missions like that were being carried out, missions with no purpose but to upset the other side, then what was the point of this war. We were supposed to be fighting for things, we were supposed to be the good side, who fought 'only to protect'. Not making matters worse, by provoking the other side.

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I noticed the change in subject, quite thankful for it actually. I cleared my head and took a second before replying. "Missions? Uh, I've been on a few, but never as a part of the main attack group. You know? I'm more of the tag along, through some ideas through, a kind of engineer. I know more about bombs than guns, never was that good of a shot." I said looking down at my hands.
"I mean, I'd love to be able to be that first soldier sort of guy but I don't really think the skinny smart guy is the one for that job." I smiled at her. "What about you? Been on any missions?"

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I nodded, wondering what it would be like to worry about someone like that, not knowing if someone in your family was alive or dead. "Uh, no. No siblings. Just me and my father, and we were never that close so it's easy not to worry about him. I know he's doing exactly what he always does every second of the day. There's not much to wonder about when it comes to him." I said, half sighing, half laughing, and wishing that maybe that could've been different.

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I glanced at Daisy. "I'm sorry, about your brother I mean. It must have been awful." I said looking her in the eyes. "Do you know the last place you sister was?" I asked her.