“Speak for yourselves. Y'all get shot I'm gonnapatch your asses up and ship you right back to the front.” Kennethlaughed.
“Evil fucker.”
Chapter Seven
They slept for nearly twelve hours. After the15k all three Drills sent them up to shower and then finally theywere allowed to sleep like babies. Strangely once they all made itto bed none of them felt like sleeping.
“Are you guys asleep yet?” asked Brendon.
“Not really,” Kenneth answered.
“Nah,” Ryan said.
“Me either.”
“Can you all believe that we've got a weekbefore we leave?” Brendon was just full of questions.
“We made it,” Kenneth said. Everyone heard thegrin in his voice.
“Not yet. I still haven't passed that damn PTtest,” Patrick groused.
“You're gonna pass it this time,” Brendon statedwith dogged determination.
“That run kicks everyone's ass unless you’reGracin and are freakishly bowlegged.”
“Fuck you, Kenny,” Ryan said good-naturedly.“You'll pass it, Patrick. I'll run with you.”
Everyone in the room laughed at that. It was awell known fact that out of the four of them Ryan was the bestrunner. He had a long stride and flew through the two-milecourse.
“No. Stay with Furry. Make sure he maxes out.Perfect three hundred.” Patrick nodded.
It was Brendon's goal to max out the PT test.All four men worked hard to make sure Brendon could do that verything.
“If you all think I'm going to run athirteen-minute two-mile you have lost your damn mind,” Patrickmuttered.
***
The very next morning they were all in their PTclothing. Surprisingly all three of their Drill Sergeants werethere in BDUs.
After stretching they all patted Brendon on theback.
“Go after it!” Ryan encouraged.
“You got this in the bag, man,” Kennethsaid.
They arrived in front of King, who smiled.“Alright, Furry. Seventy-one push-ups in two minutes. You can dothis!” he commanded. “GO!”
Brendon went down. It was a blur for him afterthat. King would yell out his numbers every time he came backup.
“Sixty-six,” King said. “Forty seconds.”
Ryan tensed.
“He's got it. He saves a burst for the end.”Kenneth said, confident his friend would make it.
“Yup. No one is going to stop Murray,” Patrickintoned.
“Seventy!” King cried. “Twenty seconds, come onFurry. You got this!”
