Speed was the main focus when the noncoms lined up for their first day at Camp Toccoa. When they weren’t at attention, they were running, sometimes sprinting. They ran to the mess, they ran to the barracks, they ran to the latrines, they ran Currahee. They wolfed down their meals and threw on their ODs and raced through the showers. Easy Company was a blur.
Story Notes:Written in 2010.