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Essay / The Drill Instructor - 1011
Drex stood at the artillery practical class alongside two other men attempting to train in the specialty, the drill instructor was the same man from before the Sargent Dirk Canning, who surprised Drex with his new relaxed attitude. “Today will be a good day, a stress-free day,” he said in a warm, haughty tone. He leaned against what Drex assumed was today's mission. This took a toll on my stress levels. » He smiled strangely at them. hands making the three men jump. “I'm chatting, we have some training to do, it's the Chimera heavy weapons platform, a real beast. » He patted the too-large turret. “You will be happy to know that you can spray because it uses a hydrogen cooling system to prevent overheating, among other specifications which are its incredible rate of fire of three thousand rounds per minute and its incredible range of fifteen hundred meters ! his military career, considered himself privileged to be in the presence of a weapon. The Sargent's brilliant character of course helped solve this problem. Last time he hadn't been so friendly, Drexhel smiled, today was going to be a good day. Dirk had been inactive for a good five minutes now and the trainees were growing anxious, snapping out of his stupor, Dirk's attention returned to his instructions, abruptly he burst into speech. “Today I'm feeling generous, so I'll give a brief demonstration. of the functioning of this beautiful machine", he seemed to space... the middle of the paper... on his head. "Screw my course! Move, move, move!" The terrified soldier sprinted away from the furious drill instructor. "Drex, I have no more patience for failure, get up there and do it right or I'll make you do squats until your ass drops. ". Startled by the redirected anger, Drex stumbled towards the Chimera, climbing up, he pulled the trigger again, breathing deeply, he closed his eyes. "Advance the barrage!"." Canning roared. Drex let out three quick bursts , he didn't even look to see if they had landed, he rushed over and stood in front of Canning A few minutes passed as he scanned the target area, he turned to Drex "I brushed the side, of. luck in my book but a pass nonetheless, get out of here, you're done for the day." Drex sighed in relief and walked away. his ankles still weak from fear if Sargent Dirk Cannings gets angry.