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fandomhigh2016-03-11 12:55 pm
heroic_jawline) wrote in fandomhigh2016-03-11 12:55 pm
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20th Century American History, Friday, March 11, 2016
Today the students were back in the Danger Room, on a military obstacle course.
Steve, dressed in military khakis and an SSR shirt at least two sizes smaller than he should be in, squinted at them into the glare of the fake sun. "Welcome to boot camp, recruits," he said. "At the time of the Pearl Harbor bombing, there were only 450,000 members in the Army, Navy and Marines. By the end of the war, there were more than 12 million. How did we turn regular Joes and Janes into military ready combat troops?" He waved his hands at the organized chaos around them. "This. We'll skip the part where they gave you terrible haircuts and go straight to the exercise."
And sooo much marching.
After vigorous calisthenics, the students followed Steve through five mile hike up a huge hill (so fun, right?) in heavy boots, a full backpack and an unloaded M1 rifle. He then pointed them toward the obstacle course: wooden fences to climb over, ropes to climb up, barbed wire to wriggle through. "Welcome to the Army, kids," he said dryly. "Get to it."
Steve, dressed in military khakis and an SSR shirt at least two sizes smaller than he should be in, squinted at them into the glare of the fake sun. "Welcome to boot camp, recruits," he said. "At the time of the Pearl Harbor bombing, there were only 450,000 members in the Army, Navy and Marines. By the end of the war, there were more than 12 million. How did we turn regular Joes and Janes into military ready combat troops?" He waved his hands at the organized chaos around them. "This. We'll skip the part where they gave you terrible haircuts and go straight to the exercise."
And sooo much marching.
After vigorous calisthenics, the students followed Steve through five mile hike up a huge hill (so fun, right?) in heavy boots, a full backpack and an unloaded M1 rifle. He then pointed them toward the obstacle course: wooden fences to climb over, ropes to climb up, barbed wire to wriggle through. "Welcome to the Army, kids," he said dryly. "Get to it."
Do Jumping Jacks!
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Did Xanthippe look like she could survive any of this? Xanthippe didn't think she looked like she could survive any of this.
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She wasn't even saying that like she was threatening it. She was saying it like it was just part of the reasoning for why this was an insane idea.
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Because those were gross and also not something she excelled at since she was a secret bookworm.
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Not that Xanthippe looked like she could believe that. "Now you're just straight-up lying." A beat. "Sir."
She'd never really figured out where she stood on the formality scale, here.
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Soviet Morning Calisthenics had never been a part of that list, and today's class was definitely reminiscent of that. So Eric was doing the exercises, sure, but he didn't exactly look thrilled about it.
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If she had a hill to roll down and some fresh grass to play in, just so long as they skipped the haircuts like Mr. Rogers had said they would, she'd be set.
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