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If
my
guess
were
right
,
my
cause
wasn
’
t
necessarily
hopeless
.
A
window
of
opportunity
might
present
itself
in
tomorrow
’
s
battle
.
The
odds
of
that
happening
might
be
0
.
1
percent
,
or
even
0
.
01
percent
,
but
if
I
could
improve
my
combat
skills
even
the
slightest
bit
-
if
that
window
were
to
open
even
a
crack
-
I
’
d
find
a
way
to
force
it
open
wide
.
If
I
could
train
to
jump
every
hurdle
this
little
track
-
meet
of
death
threw
at
me
,
maybe
someday
I
’
d
wake
up
in
a
world
with
a
tomorrow
.
Next
time
I
’
d
be
sure
to
stare
at
Rita
during
PT
.
I
felt
a
little
bad
about
bringing
her
into
this
,
she
who
was
basically
a
bystander
in
my
endless
one
-
man
show
.
But
there
wasn
’
t
really
much
choice
.
I
didn
’
t
have
hours
to
waste
building
muscle
that
didn
’
t
carry
over
into
the
next
loop
.
That
was
time
better
spent
programming
my
brain
for
battle
.
When
the
training
had
finally
finished
,
the
men
on
the
field
fled
to
the
barracks
to
escape
the
sun
’
s
heat
,
grumbling
complaints
under
their
collective
breath
.
I
walked
over
to
Sergeant
Ferrell
who
was
crouched
down
retying
his
shoelaces
.
He
’
d
been
around
longer
than
any
of
us
,
so
I
decided
he
’
d
be
the
best
place
to
start
for
help
on
my
battle
-
training
program
.
Not
only
was
he
the
longest
surviving
member
of
the
platoon
,
but
it
occurred
to
me
that
the
20
percent
drill
sergeant
he
had
in
him
might
just
come
in
handy
.
Waves
of
heat
shimmered
above
his
flattop
haircut
.
Even
after
three
hours
of
PT
,
he
looked
as
though
he
could
run
a
triathlon
and
come
in
first
without
breaking
a
sweat
.
He
had
a
peculiar
scar
at
the
base
of
his
thick
neck
,
a
token
from
the
time
before
they
’
d
worked
all
the
bugs
out
of
the
Jackets
and
had
had
to
implant
chips
to
heighten
soldiers
’
reaction
times
.
It
had
been
a
while
since
they
’
d
had
to
resort
to
anything
so
crude
.
That
scar
was
a
medal
of
honor
-
twenty
years
of
hard
service
and
still
kicking
.
"
Any
blisters
today
?
"
Ferrell
’
s
attention
never
left
his
shoes
.
He
spoke
Burst
with
a
roll
of
the
tongue
peculiar
to
Brazilians
.
"
No
.
"
"
Getting
cold
feet
?
"
"
I
’
d
be
lying
if
I
said
I
wasn
’
t
scared
,
but
I
’
m
not
planning
on
running
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
mean
.
"
"
For
a
greenhorn
fresh
out
of
basic
,
you
’
re
shaping
up
just
fine
.
"
