"Good afternoon, Prince James!"
"At ease soldier, please, carry on."
For the past ten minutes, James had been inundated with cheerful greetings. Unlike his previous visits to the barracks, this one was during the daytime so the soldiers had a sense of decorum.
'Son of a…'
Another one rounded a corner and snapped to attention. He cut her off before she could speak.
"Carry on soldier, keep up the good work."
Emily and Veronica snickered behind his back at his unfortunate circumstance.
He glared back at the two before he kept walking towards the training ground. As they grew nearer, sounds of ringing metal and grunting women sounded out.
James heard a familiar voice snapping commands.
"Who the hell said you could take a break Private!? Get off your ass and move!"
A moment later, Susan yelled again.
"Goddess above! You call yourself a corporal!? Show me some damn grit you worm!"
