natcat

This Means War

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This Means War

Sending Daisy a look, I followed her and the others out of the cabin. Five minutes later, everyone was lined up outside of all the cabins, and others were still trickling in from the tents. "This looks like fun." I mumbled sarcastically to Daisy who stood in line beside me. The loud man from before came marching out of one of the cabins and looked over us all, scanning the lines as if looking for someone to pick on.

This Means War

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This Means War

I rolled my eyes, of course it was 5.30. Hearing Daisy shout from the end of the room, I assumed the bathrooms were just as bad as the beds. With a sigh, I peeled off my top and looked down at my arm. Too tired to even think about doing anything right now, I slid on the new grey shirt and buttoned it up before changing my pants. Picking up the belt, I fitted it around my waist and buckled it tight. Looking around I tried to deduct what the other soldiers were doing with their old clothes but I had no idea. Was there somewhere we could wash them? I didn't want to just chuck them out.

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Wincing from the sudden light, I shoved the sheets off of my body and climbed out of bed, stretching before turning around and making it again. "I guess so." I said in response to Daisy. Seeing the new uniforms on my bed, I grabbed one and unfolded it. Grey trousers with a matching long sleeved shirt and black belt to sit around our waists. Nothing fancy but nothing comfortable either. "What's the time, do you know?" I asked Daisy, turning to face her.

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I sat up groggily. "Trumpets?" I mumbled, as I rubbed my eyes, trying to understand what the heck was happening. "Was that some sort of alarm?" I asked Daisy, seeing her sitting of the side of her bed looking just as confused as I was. What was the time? Searching for a window, I noticed it was still half dark outside. I was used to waking up early from being at our base, but it was never still dark.

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"Night." I said back to her, lifting my head to send her a small smile. Sitting up, I pulled off of my dirty boots and sat them at the end of my bed, ready for tomorrow. Climbing under the covers, I winced as I bumped my arm the wrong way. Glancing down at it, I saw that it was still a bloody mess, even after Laura had bandaged it up. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and I told myself I'd deal with it tomorrow.

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I nodded. "Yeah, hopefully." I said before lying back on the bed. These things were awful, hard and lumpy. Everything about this place was awful, at least so far. It wasn't what our camp needed right now either. Hopefully we could move on soon, to a larger base, something that could handle all of our people and the wounded. With a sigh, I folded my arms over my chest, tired and sore, at this point I just wanted to rest.

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I shrugged as I slid a hand into my jeans pocket. “No idea. I hope so, what they’ve given us isn’t exactly hospitable.” I said wrapping my hand around the postcard I’d grabbed earlier. It wasn’t much, and I don’t know why I even wanted it when they were always the same thing. Nothing special or heartfelt, just the same message, and I was bound to get fifty more exactly the same. “At least we’re given clothes. More than one set as well.”

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I raised my eyebrows quickly before sizing up the beds. They were all exactly the same, small with thin sheets and one pillow that hardly qualified to be called what it was. Sitting myself on the bed beside Daisy’s, I watched as others claimed their beds, looking as impressed as we felt. “I guess luxury isn't on the cards for us.” I sighed as I glanced as Daisy.