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will put your mind and body on the line to get to where you want,” he went on. “I’m not going to stand here and tell you that the next couple of months of training will be easy, but I can promise you it will be worthwhile if you make it all the way through. A career in the armed forces is something that will give you immense pride, and there is no greater feeling than serving your country.” He stopped talking to glance around the assembled men once more before going on. “That’s as much as I am going to say today, so… are there any questions?”
     
    “How many years did you put in, Staff Sergeant?” a voice piped up.
     
    “I joined when I was eighteen,” Samuel replied. “After completing the training you are about to embark on, I worked my way up the ranks over a career of almost thirty years. I can honestly say that I enjoyed every minute of it, which is why I now help with the training to ensure that young men like you get the same opportunities I did.”
     
    “You’re not based here then, sir?” another of the recruits asked.
     
    “I’m semi-retired, son,” Samuel answered. “I get the luxury of going home to my wife every night now, but the boys in charge here utilize my experience and I help to knock the new recruits into shape. I’ll get to know every one of you over the next couple of months of your training, and you’ll probably end up cursing me in your sleep. I’m fair, but I’ll push you hard when I’m around to make sure you are fit and ready for service in my beloved army.”
     
    A quiet murmur went around the room, but it ended when Samuel put his hand up. He glanced at his watch to see it was now seven in the evening and his hour long session was at an end.
     
    “Are there any more questions?” he asked.
     
    His query was met with silence, so he dismissed the recruits and watched as they filed out of the room in an orderly fashion. There would be plenty of opportunities for questions in the weeks and months ahead as he helped separate the wheat from the chaff then sent another group of young men on their way to hopefully a distinguished military career.
     
    He collected his papers together from the table and placed them in a folder before eventually following the recruits out of the meeting room. There was one more thing he needed to do before heading for home, so he made his way to see the commanding officer of the base. He knocked when he got to the door and waited for the call to enter. When it came, he walked inside and stepped across the room to sit at the desk.
     
    “So… what did you think?” Major Anderson asked straight away.
     
    “Come on,” Samuel said with a shake of his head. “That was my first hour with a bunch of raw recruits.”
     
    “That’s all you ever need to make a judgment,” Major Anderson replied with a smirk. “You can smell the mood of a group within five minutes of walking in the room.”
     
    He reached in the top drawer of his desk to bring out a polished stainless steel hip flask and raised his eyebrows in invitation as he held it up.
     
    “Don’t mind if I do,” Samuel answered.
     
    Major Anderson got to his feet and walked to a nearby cabinet to get two shot glasses and poured the whisky from the small, curved flask when he returned to his seat. He pushed one of the glasses across the desk and Samuel picked it up to take a sip.
     
    “So… give me your honest opinion,” Major Anderson said.
     
    “They all paid attention and showed an interest in what I was saying,” Samuel answered. “My first impression is that the majority of them will make it through the training, but we’ll find out those that can handle the pressure in the next few weeks. I would suspect that fifteen to twenty percent of the group will fall by the wayside, but that’s par for the course.”
     
    “My executive officer reckoned that it would be more like fifty percent,” Major Anderson went on.
     
    “Maybe I have more faith in the young