The days were moments many now felt were blessings to them.
Yes, it was true that things were still hard for them in the barracks, but no one complained anymore.
It would please one to know that those within the barracks were giving it their all, as their training commenced.
(~.~)
Day 1, they were completely rough around the edges, feeling like they were in Hell with no way out except to grow stronger.
Day 2 felt the same, especially when they were awakened at 2 AM for a surprise routine.
Their tired bodies almost died when doing insane amounts of push-ups and exercises before getting salvation.
Everyone had nice tears but wanted to cry.
From day 1 to 2, they still couldn't get the full hang of things, sometimes appearing at the assembly lines with shoes missing, shirts missing and so on.
