basic training

anonymous asked:

In my story the main faction is losing badly and taking heavy casualties, forcing them to draft people, train them as quickly as possible, then immediately deploy them. If you had one or two weeks to train a bunch of fresh faced draftees, what are the most important things you could teach them? Note: They'd be infantry fighting guerrilla style in a desert environment.

Welp, the three people who looked at this question made a consensus, but first let me reiterate aunty’s rule of reality: you break it, you bought it. If your world requires that troops take two weeks to train, you have to decide what they need to survive the war zone you’ve set up.

Otherwise, I assume you’re talking about infantry, as most people do. You’re gonna look for

• Physical Fitness
Drill sergeants will probably push the recruits as hard as they can. Most soldiers get months to train their bodies to withstand the strains of war; getting things condensed into two weeks will mean brutal training, and it’ll probably also mean that you’ll be required to join already physically fit (yes, there’s a little leeway when you first enlist).
 Depending on the attitude of the army, either there will be a ton of broken soldiers who should’ve been medically discharged due to physical disability but they’re hanging in there because the army can’t afford to lose them, or the army will trim the fat as much as possible and kick out anyone with even a moderate profile. I feel like either way given the current way the VA works, the government is going to be paying for these soldiers anyway, so it’ll probably try to retain people it realistically shouldn’t, since in that case it’s at least paying active duty soldiers rather than just a disabled veteran.

• Weapons maintenance and qualifying
Learn how to take your weapon apart, learn how to clean your weapon, learn how to put your weapon together again, learn how to shoot your weapon, learn how to clear your weapon. Learn how to take your weapon apart, learn how to clean your weapon, learn how to put your weapon together again, learn how to shoot your weapon, learn how to clear your weapon. Learn how to 

• Tactics
Field tactics crash course. Hand signals, crouching, high crawl, low crawl, ruck marching, land nav, comms, all of this condensed into the barest forms.

• Combatives/Pugils
While the recruits may not get as much time as they’d need devoted to this, there would probably be at least a class or two on combatives and pugil sticks, that is, basically training for melee combat both with your hands and with a rifle. While these would only be used in emergencies, suffice to say it’s one of those skills worth taking a day out to teach.

• Basic CLS ?
Hubby and I disagree on this one. I think in this situation, the army would skip teaching joes combat lifesaving courses, (applying tourniquets, pressure bandages, and so on) and they would instead just employ more soldiers to serve primarily as medics. Specializing training like this leaves soldiers more time to learn the shit they’re actually supposed to be doing. Infantry might be expected to apply a tourniquet; infantry are definitely expected to engage an enemy.
Hubby thinks that the army would actually prioritize CLS over land nav with the understanding that saving every soldier is critical, (after all, if the training time is down to two weeks, plainly we don’t have enough bodies to go around) and having soldiers trained in CLS is statistically more likely to save combatants lives. Which is true; that’s why the army started training all soldiers in CLS to begin with. 

We think things like army history, the wear of the uniform, common courtesies, chain of command, drill and ceremonies, and things of that nature would probably be done away with. I think that morning PT would be done away with and drill sergeants would just get their recruits doing PT during any downtime they would ordinarily get. I also think recruits would get significantly less hot meals and probably less leniency for illness or accidents. You’re almost guaranteed to go to sick call at least once in BCT, but in this case needing to stay off an ankle for a few days may as well push you back to the beginning of training with another unit.

This is just basic training, not even including AIT! Especially if you’re looking at medics and EOD, I certainly hope the troops have longer than two weeks to train for that! 

Ultimately, a world like this would be pretty rough on a new soldier, and I expect a lot of people won’t be able to handle a basic training this intense. Some of us could barely handle the current version, and that can take between ten to twelve weeks depending on reception lengths and any other delays. There might be a lot of drop-outs, or there might be people who couldn’t handle it but the army pushed through anyway and they absolutely were not fucking ready for this, but that’s all up to you, and I hope you play around with all this in your story! 

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Basic training

Percival Graves had not been preparing and becoming the best auror of MACUSA just to be part of a basic training program, just to be a teacher, he even hated the word for Lewis’ sake. So, no, Picquery will not convince him to do such thing, his skills and power was for better use on the field, chasing and bringing criminals to justice.

“Don’t be like that, Percival,” Seraphina, exasperated, decided to drop formalities for a minute. “It’s necessary, all our workers, even the ones that are not aurors, need to learn the basics of defense and attack.”

“They all went to school, didn’t they?” Graves huffed.

“Yes, but it’s not the same; you have been in real fights, you are an experienced auror, I’m sure you have a few things you could teach them they’d never learn at any school.” She insisted.

She had a point, but he’d never admit it.

“I’ll be waisting my time.”

Seraphina rolled her eyes, tired.

“Fine. Be that way. I’ll find another auror.”

Graves tried to hide the triumphant smile that was forming on his face.

***

At the end of the day, Picquery chose Goldstein to teach the class. It was going to be a short one though, every single afternoon for a week, just to give some tips and advices in hexes for the wizards to use during a fight.

It was a good choice, auror Goldstein seemed dedicated and responsible. But, most importantly, she’d do it while Graves could focus his time on other things…

“You’ll do fine,” he told her, taking pity on her; there were a few minutes left and she was outside of the auditorium, waiting for everyone to show up.

“I’ve never spoken in front of so many people before,” she confessed. “But I think I could handle it.”

She got distracted by something at the end of the hallway. Graves followed the direction of her gaze just when she started to smile. Goldstein was looking at her sister and the man next to her.

The… lovely man next to her, Graves mentally corrected himself as his eyes laid on said wizard. He had messy reddish curls and a shy smile lighting up a face full of freckles.

“Who’s he?” He asked before he could stop himself, he didn’t even take his eyes off him.

“That’s Newt Scamander, my friend. He came back to New York to visit us. And since he’s staying​ a few days I told him to take the training, because that man seems to be followed by danger wherever he goes.” She added looking at him fondly.

Graves’ lips quirked up, almost involuntary as he looked how Newt moved his hands in the air, whatever he was telling Miss Goldstein he was very excited about. Yes, he had heard about him, he was the only one to realize the Grindelwald wearing Graves’ skin wasn’t the real Director of Magical Security. Before he wanted to thank him, now he wanted so much more from the man.

Graves blinked, surprised by his own thoughts. He hadn’t never felt so… attracted to someone like that.

“Actually… Madam President just told you are not going to give the lessons, but me,” he told her.

Auror Goldstein looked confused.

“But I thought you didn’t want to do it, Sir,” she said.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Graves replied, making every effort not to look at Newt while saying it.

“Alright.”

***

Graves saw Newt getting in the auditorium and followed him right behind. He chuckled when the man turned around and realized who was he.

“Mr Graves!” He squeaked, almost jumping.

“You must be Newt Scamander, the magizoologist,” Graves smirked, taking a step closer to the man.

“Uh, oh… Yes! It’s a pleasure to finally meet the real you!” Newt babbled, looking adorable while doing it.

“The pleasure is mine,” Graves assured, purring. He had decided he was going to is everything he knew about seduction and flirtation just to make Newt to stay in New York permanently with him.

“So… Where’s Tina?” Newt was so flustered he didn’t know what to say except to talk about his friend.

“She’s not going to come,” Graves informed him. “I’m the one in charge of this training. I’m sure you and I are going to have so much fun.”

Newt’s shocked and flushed face was worth everything.

***

It was better that Graves had expected. He started to remind everyone the basics of self defensive magic, which everyone knew already, but he told them the right time to use each spell and how to make sure it’ll work in their favor.

He made them train in the room and had them forming duos or teams of three, but he always kept Newt to himself. He convinced the man it was better for him to try the hexes under his supervision, that way Graves could correct his posture by putting a hand on his back or taking his​ head in his hands to move it tenderly to one side or another. He also got as humanly close as he could to Newt’s body when he was telling him how to cast a particular spell.

Graves was enjoying the whole thing maybe a little too much.

And thanks to Newt’s tardiness, Graves had the perfect excuse to make him stay after the class and be alone with him.

The only problem was that even though everyone seemed to notice his attempts the object of his affections did not. Newt was completely oblivious.

It was really frustrating.

***

He knew Picquery was going to talk to him, so he wasn’t surprised she stopped him in the hallway two days later outside his office.

“I heard rumors,” was the first thing she said and it looked like she was holding back an amused smile. “But I like to know things first hand so tell me… why did you decide you wanted to be in charge of the basic training program? You told me you hated the idea.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” he told her the same as he said to Goldstein.

Graves didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a real answer, but Mercy Lewis was not on his side that day because the lovely magizoologist was walking down the hallway and stopped right next to them.

He beamed at them and Graves was a weak man and Newt’s smile was something irresistible so obviously he grinned back like an idiot.

“Mr Graves, I wanted to thank you, the lessons have been really helpful, but I don’t think I can stay for the three left so I-”

Graves panicked, but thankfully it didn’t show up in his features, he was one of the most powerful aurors after all, he couldn’t let anyone see him panicking.

He took Newt’s hands, cutting the man off.

“No, Mr Scamander, you must stay for the rest of the lessons, it’s important and it’ll help you on your line of work I can assure you,” Graves hoped he didn’t sound desperate because he was. “You must remain in New York.”

Stay with me, he bit the words before they escaped his mouth.

“Well… If you think it’s really necessary…” He trailed off and blushed when Graves caressed his freckled cheek.

“Yes, it is.”

“Okay… I-I will tell Queenie and Tina I’ll stay with them a few more days,” he said.

“You can stay with me,” the auror blurted out and he could swear he heard Seraphina chuckling behind him.

“You’re very kind, Mr Graves, but that won’t be necessary,” Newt smiled, before excusing himself and walked away.

Graves groaned, he had been so close. He was sure he could have convinced him to move in with him. Next time then…

Seraphina cleared her throat.

“So I didn’t believe when they told me you were crushing harder than a twelve year old, but now I can see it's​ completely true,” she laughed.

Graves glared at her, but he knew she was right he was completely gone.

“I don’t blame you, he’s cute,” she commented, grinning when Graves growled at her. “Oh my friend, you got it so bad.”

The auror sighed. He looked at her for a second before coming up with a very nice idea.

“Offer him a job,” he asked. “Please.”

“So you’re serious with him,” she quirked up both her eyebrows.

Graves nodded.

“You’re lucky I was just planning to do it,” Seraphina said. “Because I truly believe we could use a man like Mr Scamander here.”

“Thanks,” he breathed.

***

Graves was watching Newt talking with auror Goldstein about a… Niffler? At least that’s what he thought he had heard. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation to be quite honest, although he knew he should start to find out more about magical creatures if he wanted to keep Newt’s attention on him.

Graves licked his lips in anticipation, now that Newt had accepted the job it was just a question of time… He was going to be all his.

Shit My Drill Sergeant Said

SHOWERING IS NOT OPTIONAL … My drill sergeant was doing a routine inspection when suddenly I hear: “WHAT THE UNHOLY FUCK IS THAT SMELL, PRIVATES?! IT SMELLS LIKE Y’ALL DECIDED TO USE YOUR GODDAMNED WALL LOCKERS AS SHITTERS!” He continues on, and not two seconds later I hear: “ALL RIGHT, SERIOUSLY, PRIVATES, NO MORE BULLSHITTING, THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?” A PRIVATE SAYS, “DRILL SERGEANT, PRIVATE X DOESN’T PERFORM PERSONAL HYGIENE, DRILL SERGEANT!”

DS: THE FUCK DID YOU SAY? So the drill sergeant walks up to the now freshly named Private Shower and says: “YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCK! YOU SMELL WORSE THAN A THAI HOOKER ON TWO-FOR-ONE NIGHT! I MEAN, HOLY HELL, PRIVATE, I HAVE BEEN IN SHIT, AND I’D RATHER BE KNEE-DEEP IN IT THAN SMELL YOUR UNSANITARY, INHUMAN, UNWORTHY, REPULSIVE ASS! FROM NOW ON, PRIVATE, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A SIGN-IN SHEET BY THE SHOWERS, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO SHOWER WITH EVERY OTHER PISS-FOR-BRAIN PRIVATE HERE. YOUR NAME WILL BE FIRST EVERY FUCKING NIGHT FOR THE REST OF THE CYCLE OR I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN I WILL HAVE YOU DOING LOW CRAWLS IN THE PIT UNTIL YOU SHIT MOTOR OIL!”

Basic Training

It took a little while but I’m back at it with a new 707 fic with some inspiration from Anon. o~(OvO)~o
The Jumin fic is almost ready to publish too so it should be up in the next day or two. :)
L.

Part 2: Here
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12:40
You paced around the room, waiting and fretting. They were late. They were never late from a mission. Vanderwood and Saeyoung had only left 2 hours ago. The mission was supposed to be completed without fault in 1hr. Something must have gone wrong. Your steps became more frantic as you paced throughout the room. He had left it exactly the way he liked it to be, to make it look like someone lived and existed in it. You sometimes couldn’t stand the clothes strewn across the floor or the half eaten chip packets lying around, but it gave him the grounding you knew he depended on so you left it without arguing. The tracker blipped on the screen. They still haven’t moved.

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an important, semi-personal announcement

So, um, I think I’ve briefly mentioned this on this blog before, but here it is in case you missed it: I joined the military. I’m currently in the Air Force DEPs program (which basically means that I signed my contract and now I’m just waiting for my boot camp slot to open up), and I leave for basic training at the beginning of June.

Obviously, there’s no social media allowed in basic, so I’ll be taking a little unintentional hiatus. I’ll be completely absent from Tumblr and all other social media for pretty much all of June and July, and most likely a good chunk of August, too. (Air Force basic training is only nine and a half weeks, but then I’ll be immediately flying out to my tech school and settling in there, so it may take a while before I’m able to be active on social media again.) 

I’m making this post now because I want to give everyone plenty of warning so no one freaks out when I disappear for pretty much the entire summer. I’m not dead, and I am going to come back! So consider this the official beginning of my Last Month of Social Media, lol. 

“As I sit here, nobody knows the pain that I feel being away from home and her is heartbreaking. I don’t understand how I manage to make it all work. I wish for my great escape, knowing that it’s not far from now. I left home with only my will and the support of my loved ones behind me.

She is all I live for, the struggles I face and the trials that I take only make me stronger. for when I return back home to her arms. For she only knows the love that I show and never leaves me discouraged. I fight for her heart everyday that I’m away from her. The purpose that drives me onward is my unconditional love that I have for her. Nothing can break the bond that I have with her and the relationship we have with one another.

I may be miles away writing about my love for whom I will return to soon, but I am a soldier. A soldier who WILL come home.”

—  Love letters from Fort Leonard Wood