So this story is set in early 1941-1942 and is about a US infantrymen. Really not finished lol Few things: I do not give anyone the right to redistribute or reproduce or post in any way. I do not give anyone the right to use any of the content in the story. I do not give anyone the right to use this piece as a basis or storyboard. © 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 This is not finished yet. Rating: V1, L0, S0, I1. I swear these stories look sooo much longer in Microsoft word and when you type them out... This draft is named USA 1, since I have not yet decided on a name, and it's the first draft. DRAFT: I arrived at work after my short jog through the city and then proceeded into the police station. After a long day of college, I was on shift. I put on my uniform and my badge, and then took out my firearm. My pride and joy, my Smith & Wesson Military & Police; I loaded a round into all six cylinders. I told Chief Preston I would be going to the firing range in the basement. He replied “As long as you don’t shoot your eye out, youngster.” I ignored his comment and continued down to the basement. Once I arrived, I looked around, there was no one else in the firing range. I drew my pistol and fired off six rounds into the target, hitting the bulls-eye each time. Just then my friend and fellow student and officer, David Harrison came down. “Jack, I’ve got good news and bad news.” I turned and met his gaze, “What is it?” “We’ve been drafted into the Army.” “What’s the bad news?” “I’m in your unit.” He said with a grin.