> Old Memories

Years back, before the tensions between Follomer and the U.S, wrecked havoc on the country, when the last military conflict in the peoples minds were the battles of Lomni Island, a young Private First Class came to this very training camp to be a part of the Follomerian Special Forces.

The training this night began with a beach insertion into hostile territory.

Two teams inserted onto the beach, pulling their dingies onto shore ot keep them from drifting away with the tide. Under the cover of darkness, they advanced inland into the forest.

One team took the left flank and the second, the right. They halted when the watch-tower came into view, and the Seargent of the first team turned to his new blood.

Officer: Trellian, go up there and nuetralize the guard.

Trellian panted as he stopped near a large tree and looked up at the watch tower. His adrenaline was pumping and couldn't seem to catch his breath. His grip on his rifle was brutal.

Trellian: G-go "up" there, sir?

Officer: Trellian get your butt up there on the double and take him out!

Trellian flinched at his officer's raised voice and gulped. He looked at the tower and began to go, but his legs would move. The Seargent then groaned and turned to another soldier who was calmly crouching next to a tree.

Officer: Jackleson, do it!

The soldier nodded and slung his rifle over his shoulder, and was quietly off. The Seargent turned back round and gave Trellian and hard glare.

The soldier then hooked a rope to the railing and through it over the side. Hooking himself onto the rope, he jumped over the edge and steadily came back down to the ground, unhooking and joining back up with his squad.

The teams then headed toward the mountain side, beginning the second phase of the operation. They made it to the cliff and hugged it, above them an enemy camp.

Officer: Trellian, you better do as I say this time, now up the hill, take point.

Trellian tried to calm himself and looked for a way up. He spotted a smoother area of the cliff and began to move for it when tracer blanks began to erupt from the top of the cliff. Trellian gasped and fell backwards, clinging to the cliff and the others in his team began to return fire.

Trellian hunched into himself, the gunfire echoing loudly in his ears. The Seargent then ran to him and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him.

Officer: Trellian! You will move up that hill and complete your mission! Get UP! DO IT!

Trellian looked at the angry Seargent with fear, mistaking the training with real life and became terrified for his life. His body couldn't move, and he was stricken with fear.

Trellian was scared.

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