Good morning / noon / evening / night or whenever you like reading this chapter.

First of all, I apologize that this chapter was almost nine months in coming. It's not the best way to make someone wait that long, but it really couldn't be any other way. Of course, none of this is an excuse, but the few who may read this could certainly forgive me.
Maybe because of the fact that I managed to make the chapter a little longer. Hopefully I have not falsified too much and if something does not correspond to the military system, I also apologize for this, but it is based on the fact that I do not take part in such a training myself and certainly will not plan to.
I hope you enjoy reading and hope to get at least a comment or two.

Your Moki

Could it be any harder?

The young woman ran across the square in quick steps. She visibly had to make sure that the trouser legs that were too long didn't cause her to fall.Niece in her uniform for half an hour and already fed up with it. Moki hadn't exactly imagined it to be like that. Still, there was a joyful experience - she wasn't the last one at school. A few young men arrived after her. Playfully she wiped the sweat from her forehead and found a seat in the back row. You didn't have to sit right in front of the officer. Although that was probably the safest place. She really felt like she was in school again, always afraid of the teacher. Only that it was about more than a few numbers in the grading book.
She was given a moment to catch her breath, and then a slightly older man was standing in front of the students. You could just see his experience in his job, the badges that he proudly wore on his chest spoke volumes for themselves. For a moment, Moki had doubts. Did she even have a chance to survive? Was it really as the young man had prophesied earlier?Wasn't she made for military training? Once again she was standing heavily between the fronts. One side she could not be, the other could no longer be. But the woman was torn from her thoughts when the officer pretended to be in short military terms and picked up a few pieces of paper. So here they didn't care much about the idea of ​​the individual. How should that be done? The class was huge and everyone was really only looking for their own success. Understandable, Moki confirmed to himself and now looked a little interested ahead. If you weren't, then at least you had to pretend. So as not to leave a bad impression.
Since the first bench was unoccupied, the "teacher" put the notes in his hand on the table and looked back into the class. They were all still young, maybe too young, but you needed all the men you could get. The country was not at war here or wanted to instigate something like that, but one had to be prepared for anything.Something could always happen and such a professional army was important.
"As you can all easily see, it was a question of three sheets of paper. You are here to sign up for the training you are aiming for." And the next moment the lesson seemed to have started. The troop leader strictly urged an unsuspecting recruit. He should tell him all the directions and say a few words about it. Somewhat taken by surprise and completely out of focus, the young man stammered something to himself. Until the teacher, exasperated, interrupted him explaining everything himself.
Probably this recruit was really too shy and only ended up in this unit because there was compulsory military service and he was not particularly keen on community service. Or his family had urged him to do it. There were so many possibilities here that one could certainly have written a doctoral thesis on it.Moki already felt a little pity for him, followed her own thoughts for a moment too long until she tore a loud voice out of her dreams.
"Your name," it shouted again.
Then the young woman had apparently finally strapped it and almost jumped up from her chair. She stood straight and straight, but she didn't let herself be carried away to a salute. "Recruit Wetmore," she said in a rather confident tone, but not arrogantly. Moki had known that she was meant. And she'd been able to keep a little politeness from school.
"Good. Then on the pitch with you. We'll see you again in three rounds," it said with an undertone that did not tolerate any contradictions.
"Yes ... sir," Moki managed hard between her teeth. In slow steps she made her way from her table to the door.
"A little faster, Wetmore!" It came again emphatically to her ear. Probably the instructor promised himself that the young lady would move faster.But only one negative result followed. Undeterred, Moki continued to step out of the room at her own pace. She did not intend to submit to a man completely, but at some point it would not be possible otherwise. You'd have to show a little insight and understanding. If not, she would surely run into problems. And not too little of that.
But when she closed the door behind her and was about to hurry off, another obstacle stood in her way. The far too big uniform. There was no way she could go running like that, but there was certainly no time to change. If the officer saw this, hell would be preheated for them. There it was now for better or worse eyes shut and go.
The young woman already knew very well that there was no change to avoid something like that. Especially since she still felt very watched. How could it be otherwise when there were enough people in this square who were probably just doing their time and waiting for something.Secretaries or something like that. They had taken a seat in their armchairs and were probably just waiting for something to finally happen that they should take on record. Nonetheless, Moki now rolled up her pant legs up to her knees and began to run her rounds. Not as fast as she had done before for the demonstration effect, but also not so slowly to provoke again. It was more than difficult to walk in this appearance anyway. Nice how you could make yourself an idiot overnight. It would become the mockery of the entire unit and would not lose this title anytime soon. That’s what comes out of it when you’re dreaming like this all the time. This punishment had to come at some point. The recruit herself knew that the pleasant part, if you could call it that, had finally passed her by and that she now had to face the serious part of life. There was one more "Exit" sign along the way.
Shortly before the end of the second round, she had one of these familiar faces in front of her nose again.Not that of your boyfriend, or at least that of your budding lover, but that of your next trainer. The young man just grinned broadly and amused. That he only got a disapproving look from her for it didn't seem to matter. He was sure that this would be the beginning of a long time with her. He hadn't just been in this shop for a few days.
"Tell me, girl. What have you been running around here all day? I thought you were in the Army and not at a sports high school"
"As if I was doing this for fun!" Moki snapped back. She was now a little unnerved again and charged with the last particle. But she tried unswervingly to run her last lap. Soon she did it and hopefully was freed from this know-it-all. At least there was still some hope of it. Only when she succumbed was it completely too late. But this assumption burst as quickly as a soap bubble when she heard that they would see each other again soon.He was already listening to her. And that on her first day at work. What was that supposed to be?
Fortunately, the third lap ran a little faster than the other two had done before. Still with his pant legs pulled up to his knees, Moki made his way back to the classroom. She didn't care that she would get amused looks. She had already experienced a few other things, so it wasn't going to be a big deal for her any more. First she knocked on the door before opening it. Next to the first instructor, two others had gathered. Among them - how could it be otherwise - the young man from a few minutes ago. If the young woman hadn't suffered from something like paranoia or anything like that, that day was right now. She saw that there really had to be such a thing.
It couldn't get any worse. But immediately with this thought, she just wanted to run out of the hall and voluntarily do a few laps in the forecourt.