The training grounds were vibrant with the vitality of the early morning.
Whether on the circular tracks or the 400-meter obstacle course, one could see the figures of soldiers in training uniforms pushing forward everywhere. Soldiers lifting logs were drenched in sweat, but their chants of "one-two-one" echoed thunderously.
In the open field, a group dressed in jungle camouflage is engaged in combat training. Their moves weren't particularly innovative, but the unpredictability in their attack and defense, coupled with their swift maneuvers, were enough to dazzle and draw the attention of many naval bystanders.
"Captain, that woman from the medical team is here again."
Willie Ash, coming straight back from his duties, quickly sidled up to Glenn Hutchinson, who was standing on the side, watching. His tone was ostensibly a reminder, but the underlying schadenfreude was evident.
