Chapter 1
Calvin could not believe that he had made it through another week of hell. Instead of drills and endless hours of running though, hell had incorporated a week in the woods. The rain fell for days and although he had all the makings of a fire, he was unable to use them. More than half of the squad that had gone in with him was captured by an elite team. He grimaced to himself with the thought of what they were doing right then. He had an idea, but he didn’t know if it was just his mind thinking the worst case scenario.
It hadn’t happened to him though. He had sat in the bushes and froze for days, for no other reason than someone said he had to. Coming out of the harrowing week, all the redheaded man wanted, was a cold beer. He had actually dreamed about it several times on the cold nights. His rank and squad was not allowed alcohol on the base, so everyone who passed the week was headed to the local bar in town. Calvin rode in with a couple of his mates and could feel the tension in his body relaxing the closer he got.