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The Hodkin Chronicles Part 18: Self Control

04 Jun 2017S. Hodkin
6th June 2996: Anthony De La Roche Barracks, LTT 5455

Of all the different eventualities that could happen in Navy training, the last one that I was envisaging was 7 days in the brig, not that I regret a thing..

The last 8 weeks had been difficult to say the least, pretentious and self-serving pricks commonly known as officers barking orders no matter how unreasonable, insufficient energy exacerbated by poor nutrition and pointless extra PT sessions; generally being treated like crap for being a conscript, and overall being seen as scum of the planet. After yesterday, all of that may have changed.

In charge of usual morning parade was the type of military individual I will forever despise, a barter officer, essentially somebody with enough money to buy a rank without any experience whatsoever, and there’s plenty of ‘em; businessmen, toffs, shady individuals, you name it. This particular fat bastard had determined that conscripts warranted more insults than most, and in that upper class accent I’d had enough of it.

I told him in no uncertain terms that while I might well be a coward in his eyes for being forced to enlist in a force I never had an intention of being part of, at least I would be earning my insignia, rather than buying them without merit; that in time he would be shown for the true coward that he was, running at the slightest similarity to a shot being fired while we were laying our lives down for his sorry backside.

The blow of a rifle shaft to the jaw followed by the foot to the stomach ended my insubordinate but truthful tirade, now I’m essentially a prisoner for daring to speak my mind. Whenever I’m out of the Navy and I find bastards like him still around, I’ll do what I can to avoid killing them, there are other means of inflicting pain and misery on others that deserve it..
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