Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2010 16:54:24 GMT
Heavy breathing filled the air and seemed to harmonise with the steady stomping of a platoon of men running in formation. They seemed to move with perfect synchronization, each step matched that of the man next to him and even their breathing seemed to be regulated. All Sam could do was stand there and watch with slight awe at the discipline of the soldiers as they jogged past, he could imagine that in combat they would be a force to be reckoned with, armed with nerves of steel they would no doubt cause chaos to the enemy.
Once the robots had passed on Sam continued his stretching exercises, he knew it was important to warm up first before doing any form of physical training, and he planned on putting his body and fitness to the test today. As a pilot he didn’t have to endure the constant training the ground troops had to do, but he still like to be fit and active. There was always the chance that he could be shot down while on a mission, and if the crash didn’t kill him, he didn’t want to sit around and wait for the Germans to finish him off. He wanted to be fighting fit so he could at least make it a bit difficult for them.
Once he had finished his stretches he started off on a slow jog around the track, he moved out of the way for the mechanical platoon to pass him by again before continuing with his own slow paced jog. The training field was packed today; there where squads in the centre of the field doing hand-to-hand combat training while others where busy running the obstacle course. He continued with his jogging and after a few laps decided to give the course a try. The start of the course was a wall that you had to run up with the aide of a knotted rope. Sam slipped into the line of men who where being sent at regular intervals over the wall by a Sargent. When his turn came he dashed forward and jumped on the wall, grabbing the rope and hauling himself over. He landed hard on the other side; quiet winded and almost got jumped on by the next soldier over the wall. He caught his breath and pushed on, up a ramp and jumped onto the money bars, swinging across them quickly and almost losing his grip several times.
He looked at the rest of the course and jogged out the side, he was shocked at how unfit he was, he could run a mile easily but the real heavy stuff seemed to just strip his energy away like peeling a potato. He felt disgusted in himself for letting his fitness drop so low and started back on the jogging track. He would have to ease himself back into it before he could take on the course again.
Once the robots had passed on Sam continued his stretching exercises, he knew it was important to warm up first before doing any form of physical training, and he planned on putting his body and fitness to the test today. As a pilot he didn’t have to endure the constant training the ground troops had to do, but he still like to be fit and active. There was always the chance that he could be shot down while on a mission, and if the crash didn’t kill him, he didn’t want to sit around and wait for the Germans to finish him off. He wanted to be fighting fit so he could at least make it a bit difficult for them.
Once he had finished his stretches he started off on a slow jog around the track, he moved out of the way for the mechanical platoon to pass him by again before continuing with his own slow paced jog. The training field was packed today; there where squads in the centre of the field doing hand-to-hand combat training while others where busy running the obstacle course. He continued with his jogging and after a few laps decided to give the course a try. The start of the course was a wall that you had to run up with the aide of a knotted rope. Sam slipped into the line of men who where being sent at regular intervals over the wall by a Sargent. When his turn came he dashed forward and jumped on the wall, grabbing the rope and hauling himself over. He landed hard on the other side; quiet winded and almost got jumped on by the next soldier over the wall. He caught his breath and pushed on, up a ramp and jumped onto the money bars, swinging across them quickly and almost losing his grip several times.
He looked at the rest of the course and jogged out the side, he was shocked at how unfit he was, he could run a mile easily but the real heavy stuff seemed to just strip his energy away like peeling a potato. He felt disgusted in himself for letting his fitness drop so low and started back on the jogging track. He would have to ease himself back into it before he could take on the course again.