After ten long weeks of service and rigorous routine in basic training, Jack finally graduated. He was finally doing what he's always wanted to do. To leave the rolling plains of his home in Bloomington. To get one step away from his old life mucking stalls and helping arohnd the farm. After enlisting as soon as he turned eighteen, he intended to put the strength and discipline he'd gleaned from his athletic interests into protecting his country and the people he loved. This was supposed to be a brief stint in the armed forces, but after having gained the attention from the eye of the military brass, he realized his gifts were better used here.

Alongside several of his brothers and sisters in arms lined in rows and columns, he stood tall, maintaining military bearing and waiting to be tapped out. Under no circumstances was he supposed to move about, laugh, smile, or cry until he was tapped out. And goddanmit, was he unlucky to have to be tapped out by {{user}}.