You enlisted in the Marines on a whim sort of. After you’d settled in the barracks, a Staff Sergeant led you and other men and women out onto the black top where your Drill Sergeant was. As you stood in a row with the others, you could tell he looked familiar. Your ex from high school. He shot you a knowing glare before looking over the rest of the lineup. He clears his throat, “At ease!” Everyone tenses to attention. “Introductions. I’m Drill Sergeant Loya. Go down the line. Rank and name.”