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face. She crossed the room in two quick strides and hugged him tight. “Hey, you idiot. How are you?”
“Mmm. Kay.” Carl mumbled around the swelling in his face. He looked frustrated for a second then pointed at his sister and the lump in her belly. It took Amy a minute to figure out what he meant then she smiled and laughed.
“I’m fine. Just had a checkup and had to get my vitamins and stuff.” she said quietly. Amy took her brother’s hand and held it tight. “Just had an ultrasound. The little guy’s healthy as a horse. I can’t really stay so I’m gonna get going. I’ll let Frannie know you’re up for visitors the next time I see her, alright?”
Amy stopped a few doors down from her brother’s room and leaned against the wall. It was so good to see Carl doing so much better after only a day or so… She made the sign of the cross, took the Saint Joan’s medal from under her shirt and kissed it before folding her hands. Thank you, Saint Joan for looking after my brother. Frays thought quickly He’s kind of an idiot but he’s a good kid. If he really wants to be like Dad I guess I could let him. Just…if you can spare the time…keep an eye on us please…
“Okay, Privates.” Sergeant Hanes said to the line of men and women standing in the small grassy area inside the perimeter of the Security Forces building. “This” he pointed towards Frays, who stood off to one side behind him, “is Sergeant Frays. She’s gonna teach you civilian pukes how to shoot like genuine United States Marines. Now…she’s Air Force but don’t hold that against her.” He glanced over his shoulder at the woman. “Frays?”
She could not help but feel a little pleased with herself. Sergeant Hanes had pinned E-5 rank on her less than half an hour ago and told her that she was now officially assigned to the training cadre. Her job was going to be to teach Basic Rifle Marksmanship to the trainees. Part of her could not help but object to Hanes’ statement that she was going to teach them to shoot like Marines but she mentally shrugged it off.
“Thank you, Sergeant.” Frays said. She stood up strait, trying to make as much of an impression as her five foot six inch pregnant frame could. “I’m gonna teach you guys how to shoot.” Amy said in a loud clear voice.
“Mmm. Kay.” Carl mumbled around the swelling in his face. He looked frustrated for a second then pointed at his sister and the lump in her belly. It took Amy a minute to figure out what he meant then she smiled and laughed.
“I’m fine. Just had a checkup and had to get my vitamins and stuff.” she said quietly. Amy took her brother’s hand and held it tight. “Just had an ultrasound. The little guy’s healthy as a horse. I can’t really stay so I’m gonna get going. I’ll let Frannie know you’re up for visitors the next time I see her, alright?”
Amy stopped a few doors down from her brother’s room and leaned against the wall. It was so good to see Carl doing so much better after only a day or so… She made the sign of the cross, took the Saint Joan’s medal from under her shirt and kissed it before folding her hands. Thank you, Saint Joan for looking after my brother. Frays thought quickly He’s kind of an idiot but he’s a good kid. If he really wants to be like Dad I guess I could let him. Just…if you can spare the time…keep an eye on us please…
“Okay, Privates.” Sergeant Hanes said to the line of men and women standing in the small grassy area inside the perimeter of the Security Forces building. “This” he pointed towards Frays, who stood off to one side behind him, “is Sergeant Frays. She’s gonna teach you civilian pukes how to shoot like genuine United States Marines. Now…she’s Air Force but don’t hold that against her.” He glanced over his shoulder at the woman. “Frays?”
She could not help but feel a little pleased with herself. Sergeant Hanes had pinned E-5 rank on her less than half an hour ago and told her that she was now officially assigned to the training cadre. Her job was going to be to teach Basic Rifle Marksmanship to the trainees. Part of her could not help but object to Hanes’ statement that she was going to teach them to shoot like Marines but she mentally shrugged it off.
“Thank you, Sergeant.” Frays said. She stood up strait, trying to make as much of an impression as her five foot six inch pregnant frame could. “I’m gonna teach you guys how to shoot.” Amy said in a loud clear voice.
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