Finn Miller ran quickly, using the physical pain to soothe his inner wounds. Perhaps this was the best way. Twenty kilometers of cross-country rucking, carrying a 200-pound load, Finn was truly exhausted. When someone is tired, they forget some things, including those etched deeply in their memory.
Soon the recruit barracks appeared ahead. The transport trucks were not driving fast. They had just delivered the recruits to their quarters. Finn watched the recruits rushing towards the dormitory and quickened his pace. He was indeed tired and wanted to rest. Finn rushed over, threw Zack Miller and Tank Travis's rucksacks off his shoulders, took off his own gear, and sat down on the concrete steps.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat as if he'd been caught in a storm, Finn sat there waiting inst
