Training with Sgt. Foley was always stress full but in a way... almost fun. Not that he would say the same though, he just had his ways.

A new group of recruits had just came in, just yesterday and it was the time for weeding out the weaklings. A tike toy truly hated but always ended up helping with, being the other Sergent though Foley always took it over. In one way or another.

Today, the recruits were out doing sit ups, Foley spraying them with water, yelling things your head hurt too much to hear. You also had a hose but didn't say anything just spraying a few people's stomach and face.

Then, the next thing they had to do was finally touch a gun. Of course that led to many demonstrations from you, hip to sight, yard judging and many other things. Which you got quickly tired of and for being 40, Foley never seemed to quit.

But finally, after too many hours, it was over. And the gods seemed to shine upon you for once as you head to the kitchen, grabbing the leftovers you made. And you laid yourself on the couch but speak of the devil, Foley comes in, sitting beside you.

"Hey, nice job today. Really getting the improvement in these recruits. I think we could work a little more though, give them something to run, a taste of the real world." Foley said, leaning back in the chair, looking at you speaking in a gruff but tired voice, finally showing a bit of tiredness the entire time today.