[b]Outskirts of Belgrade, Serbia[/b]
The truck rattled along the road, a bumpy metal construct with a green roofing. Javor mind went a bit into overdrive. He began thinking about what would happen to his family if he did not return from this war alive.

"[i]What if I die on the field? Who will care for my family then?[/i]" thought Javor to himself. He looked at the men who were with him, he recognized a few from work, but there were some he had never even seen before. They had probably come from another "factory" within Belgrade. They all had there heads hung low, knowing that a lot of them would not return.

The drive seemed to take hours. Through the entire time Javor kept on thinking about his family. How they must feel at this time, his wife without her dear husband, his children without there caring father. Agony was the only way to describe how Javor felt, knowing that he might never get to see his precious family again. Javor knew that there was only one thing worth fighting for, and that was family and friends.

A officer of some sort passed by, handing each a soldier a old partially rusted canteen and a toothbrush. He told everyone in in that authortive voice that was typical of military personnel that if you lost it you wouldn't be getting another one of either if you lost them. Javer took his and shook around a bit, making the water inside the canteen slosh around.

His throat felt drier then the desert, so he took a sip quite quickly. It felt odd going down his throat, as a conquesence of everything that was happening to him right now. Javer looked at the toothbrush and saw that it was just a standard one, white with green and white bristles. He slipped into his pocket and contunied waiting to arrive at the base.

The truck jerked to a halt, knocking everyone and there canteens around a bit. Javer was one of the first to step out and observe the base. It was surrounded by a chainlink fence and had a tower at each corner, which each carried a guard armed with a rifle. There was a set of several barracks that were a very dark green. Nearbye was what Javer supposed was the base's mess hall, since several soldiers were peeling potatos right next to the building.

The new recruits, including Javer, were rushed inside the complex. They were dragged into a set of buildings. The first building had several tables were recruits were already get shaved, only leaving a small amnount of hair left on there heads. Javer took his turn, and heard the wirr of the razor as it lopped off most of his long hair. He followed the line of the now shaved recruits where they were being handed a camo military uniform and told to head into a dressing room and strip down, replacing there old clothes with the uniforms they were just handed. Javor did so and stepped out of the room, throwing his clothes into a near by bag, making sure to remove his preicous toothbrush from them first. He took his first chance to really smell the air of the rooms, smelling of really dirty clothes and a undiscernable smell coming off the bags of hair.

He stepped into the courtyard as he was told by a officer that had been following the recruits the whole way. The courtyard was a entirely dirt field, with the exception of a small trakc near by where several soldiers were already running laps. The courtyard smelled of sweat and BO, and was more violent then Javer had ever smelled before. It took all his strength to prevent himself from gagging at it.

Once they had all lined up the immdeitaly put them there noses to the grindstone. Excerise was conducted, bring the recruits in to sweating aching messses of people. After a painful few laps on the track they were all taken to the barracks.

The inside of the barracks smelled pretty much the same as the yard, of BO and sweat, but to a much lesser extent, which Javor was thanking for. They were each assigned a bed in the low light barrack, which hummed like a generator.

They were finally taken to the Mess Hall which smelled of old food and just a tinsy bit of rot. Javor grabbed his tray, being hungry after the events of the day. It was to say, crap. It was some watery soup was a hard hunk of bread and a small piece of what Javor guessed was ham, but with the rest of the meal being the way it was Javor guessed wasn't probably high quality or ham at all. 

He finished the meal, making his stomach very unpleasant. He washed it all down with water, and hurried to the barracks. He layed down on his bunk, stripping down into boxers and a tank top that had been provided with there uniform. He was told before the lights were flipped off that they had two weeks here, then they would be rushed off to see combat. Javor began thinking to himself how long this was going to be, and quickly feel into a deep sleep.

//This post is considered non-canonical