I was in the middle of training the new recruits. Walking behind them with my hands behind my back as they were spread out amongst the yard getting their bows and arrows ready. I watched each man carefully. Taking in their stance and posture. How they held the bow and how they placed the arrow.

“Nock and Hold!” I yelled out the order firmly and scoffed as most drew their bows back like idiots. “I said nock and hold, you cunts!” I began to scold them. “Does nock mean draw?!”

The new recruits quickly stood at attention, and I carefully watched each and everyone of them. Some seemed annoyed at me, as others were pissing in their pants out of fear.

The only thing they could come together on is how they responded to me. “No, ser!” They shouted together.

“Does fucking hold mean fucking drop?” I asked aloud as I stared down one of the new recruits. He didn’t even have the balls to look me in my eyes as his body trembled under my intense gaze. He was definitely a fucking mommy’s boy.

Though he replied just like the rest of them. “No, ser!”

“If you don’t get your shit together,” I begin to warn them, “You will die. Is that what you want?”

As I pass each and every recruit, I look into their eyes. Each one of them telling me a different answer than the one that comes out of their mouths. “No, ser!”

“That's good to hear!” My tone was more mocking than anything. I didn’t want to give any of these bastards any assurance that they have pleased me. That’s how men get cocky. “Now fucking Draw!”