Fateful Day Zachary Smith, the beloved and adored chief of the trainee camp took the stand to explain the long awaited exercise of the month. The trainees all saluted their chief, the pose beaten into them in the early days of the training as well as the discipline of a soldier. Many a sole were printed into the mud over the first few weeks as a result of insubordination. The training had been harsher on some more than others, forcing some people out of the corps. Though there was always that one activity they had each month which was at least somewhat amusing for the trainees as well as the officers. "Alright, maggots, listen up!" boomed the chief's voice, a smirk of satisfaction appearing on his lips. "Today is going to be the first day of a three day and night activity. I will only explain how this is going to work, so you brats better listen close!" He paused and looked over the trainees, looking for an abnormality. Unable to find anyone doing anything wrong, he continued. "You will be split up into squads of three and be sent outside of camp. Your objective will be to reach all of the objectives by the last night and obtain one of the flags from the point; which will be given to you by a commanding officer. There will be obstacles in your way, so take care not to dislocate your shoulder," he said, amused at the specific thought. "Each team will be given a map, horses, 3DMG and flares. How you will use them effectively is up to you. Beside these items, you can bring anything you deem useful with you. When your name's called out, go and get ready. If all of your members are not at the stables by 9 AM, you runts will be doing the trek without horses or gear!" Some time later that day Joseph Dumoulin - Squad 17 Joseph sat on the saddle, thinking with his eyes rolled up. He looked over to his squad mates, grinning, and opened his mouth to say something just as he noticed Samuel had already begun trotting towards the rock formation. The boy sighed and turned to Terry. "I guess we're waiting."