Bootcamp – micro story
by Cathryn Hintz (Revised)
The street lights quickly flash over my face as the blue military bus drives closer to my new home for the next six weeks. I think I know what to expect, but the butterflies in my stomach beg to differ. My mind is racing a mile a minute. All I can think about is will I survive? Once I enter, my nose plays tricks on me. I smell sweat, mud, and fear. As I step to the ground I meet her. No handshake but just barked orders to move and quick. My response is only yes ma’am. 
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