I love you, I won't kill you

Since it was pre-war training, and as a member of the rapid reaction force, getting injured became a perfectly normal thing.I watched some female soldiers in the same period at Paris Island quit the Marine Corps due to injuries or inability to adapt.

Elena never thought that there would be a day when she would quit the Marine Corps.Maybe she had secretly thought about it before, but now she is very determined to prove that she is an excellent marine in front of Sergeant Maas.

Amanda likes her and acquiesces in her as his girlfriend, and doesn't want to see her girlfriend get hurt and remain indifferent.Never thought, she said to herself, "Hey, that bastard Mass is a fucking sexist. In his eyes, male marines seem to be the pride of the few."

"Hehe, what do you want to do? Burn bras and become a feminist calling for society to unshackle women?" Amanda interpreted her ideas with the behavior of women fighting for independence in the 70s and [-]s.

"Uh...nice idea. But I don't want to be a feminist yet, because then you won't love me anymore."

"Well, since you said you love me, it's right to go to the base's medical rescue center for me, okay?" Of course, Amanda couldn't just ignore her swollen ankles.

No matter how bastard Sergeant Mass was, no matter how misogynistic, he couldn't refuse Amanda's request.He said without changing his expression, "You can send Private Huffman to the medical center, but I will not pick up the parachute for you, and I will not allow other female soldiers to complete unfinished work for you. You still have opinions ?"

Amanda immediately said, "Sir, Private McLaren requests that one person return to the landing point."

Elena watched her colleague and lover, and ran towards the landing point in the return direction.Sitting on the grass alone, clutching his ankle, which had been intensified in pain, he looked coldly at the instructor, Sergeant Masi.

She hated this self-righteous man, and although she knew it would take five years of service and promotion to become a senior sergeant in the Marine Corps, it still made her hate this jerk from the bottom of her heart.

All the female marines had already rushed to the landing point, and Masi looked at the backs of a group of young women who were going away with a little relief, "It's hard to imagine why a group of girls joined the marines. They are only injured now, you Very lucky."

One of the things that Balis Island taught Elena was not to speak to the chief without authorization.She clearly heard that Sergeant Mass's last words were talking about herself, but why did he say that?

"Private Huffman, how do you feel about joining the Marine Corps? For example, hate a certain instructor?" Sergeant Mass actually squatted down beside Elena and asked her.

Elena glanced at him in disbelief, and immediately replied, "Sir, I feel a sense of pride, honor and confidence that I have never felt before. Hate the instructor? I don't understand."

At this point, Elena has no need to lie.From the Balis Island boot camp to the Quantico base, she did feel the pride and confidence.Compared with the girls of the same age in her hometown of Richmond, she really found that she was fundamentally different from them.

She was no longer afraid of walking alone on the small streets of the block at night, and worried about a few drunk men rushing up behind her, saying shameless and obscene words and trying to violate her.No more fear of running into a mugger with a switchblade knife or a .38-inch revolver when shopping downtown.

Maybe give the mugger the loose dollars in the wallet if you don't get hurt.But if the robber wanted to make an inch, she would not hesitate to grab the other's weapon, stab the robber in the carotid artery or shoot him directly in the head.

Perhaps the mayor of Richmond was pleased and awarded her a "good citizen" title.It's a pity that since joining the Marine Corps, Elena either hung out with Amanda in bed, or stayed in the base all day for training.There's really no chance of running into some social scum that would get her an honorary citizen or something.

Mas didn't growl or show his veins as usual, but said slowly, "I believe what you say. You can hate to kill every instructor, but can you understand the purpose of doing so?"

Elena didn't answer right away, and after thinking for a few seconds with her head down, she said, "Sir, I know the instructor cares about every marine. We must completely collapse our spirits and then boost our morale again." .”

"You are very smart. I believe that every instructor in the Marine Corps will do what you say. Injury is not a serious matter, but it is also a major event related to the team spirit between you and your comrades."

"Yes, sir. I'll train hard."

Mars stood up, and suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Then, Private Huffman, do you think you can sit on the ground and rest if you are injured? Stand up and stretch your ankles!!"

Elena didn't even come back, she was snarled again.She could only curse to herself, "Damn it, bastard!"

The pride, honor and self-confidence that the Marine Corps brought to the members did not make Elena hate him enough to kill him with a single shot with an M16A4 or M4 carbine.After killing this bastard, it is estimated that Elena could only stuff the muzzle of the carbine into her mouth and shoot herself.

"Yes, sir!" Elena replied loudly.Barely stand up, ready to move the ankle.

Before she could start moving, she saw Amanda and other female soldiers running back holding their own parachutes.Amanda is holding two fully opened parachutes, no need to ask, the other is Elena's.

Elena almost wanted to hold Amanda and cry when she returned to the base in the troop truck.To be honest, she has never been yelled at by anyone in such a big age.

Amanda glanced at her colleague sitting across from her, carefully pushed away Elena's helmet, and wiped her sweat with a tissue, "The sergeant scolded you again? If you want to cry, just cry, they won't laugh at you of."

A colleague sitting opposite hurriedly said to Elena with concern, "Yeah, you are not the only Marine who has been injured. Do you know? Before I came to the base, I almost wanted to quit the Marine Corps. Later When I saw Mars being such a jerk, I decided I had to do it differently."

"In what way?" Elena asked with tears streaming down her face.

The female soldier said with a smile, "Uh... put a photo of Mas on the target in the shooting range. And then put all the bullets in the magazine into his stinky face. I think, so You'll be more comfortable doing it."

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