Gerard Bryar: A Short Story

It takes a strongminded person to be able to deal with the harsh realities of the battlefield, as well as having someone there who is willing to walk through it too. Many troops fail to make it through training in Georgia; some who serve in Normandy

Well, well Big Zach Taylor and Big Jake he said holding out his hand. You look well and so does Big Jake. Come with me I have someone I want you meet. I followed Adam back into his workshop and was introduced to the fellow sitting near his bench. Big Zach meet Samuel Colt he said.

Frankie cleared her throat, taking a step back from this stranger. “Um, we’re –uh- looking around,” The vampire’s grin widened almost maliciously. “I see. Well, my name is Eris.

Then I look over and see my dad he is a soldier too. He was screaming at my neighbors to keep on digging a hole, I thought it was quite strange. Then we got assigned to this bunk. It was so tiny and we had to fit 8 people in it. It was nearly 10 o'clock which is bed time for me.

At last Marius recovered and asked, “How do you know me? ” he said bewildered,”You speak as if you have met me before,.” he said,

“I got lost and my friends helped me to find you.” She pointed at Pine and Shadow. The chief thanked Pine and Shadow and said that they could call whenever they needed help. Shadow bowed and Pine grunted.

" Ah. It's Dramm. I know, we din't have much time fo' the get-to-know-ya before," he said. "Dramm.

But for the best I know, you will make a great soldier” James smiled “You really think so?” George questioned “Yep!”James answers with a gentle

He was gone for a while and returned with my things. “You saw her, didn’t you?” I nodded. He told me the tale of the Strømwell then and walked me back to my troop’s campsite.

Lt. Owen's mortar section had little to no experience on the weapon systems that they were working with. He trained them from darkness to darkness with consistent drills in different types of situations. Lt. Owen also admits that despite excess training before the war, their first battles were "far-from-perfect exercises." This made me realize that not only does an officer have to be adept at his duties, but he needs to motivate and instill to his soldiers the same level of proficiency, regardless of peace or war time. Also utilizing complacent time as a means to further train such as when they were at sea.

The drill sergeants would give everyone a pep talk beforehand and would mockingly as “You a tough guy right? Yeah you’re a tough guy, don’t worry. Sure right you’re tough.” Only to watch them burst into tears the second they heard their mother’s voice. No matter how strong or brave you seem, when you are away from home that long and you can hear familiar voices of your mom and younger siblings it makes you cry.

" Yeah yeah, um, sorry I was zoning out a bit. You said Pikewood? " I respond, dazed. I shake my head a vit, trying to get some thoughts out of my head.

(6) Fong came back with some drinks and they began talking. “For the most part, I just listened. Now and then I joined in.” (Cathedral) They seemed to have so much to talk about, and the topics were never ending.

Ralph waved again for silence. ‘Jack’s in charge of the choir. They can be – what do you want them to be?’ ‘Hunters.’ Jack and Ralph smiled at each other with shy liking.

I was ready as I will ever be. Me and my friends, Allison and Matthias met up at the bakery before we left. “Are you guys excited?” I ask