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Adjusting to the military lifestyle wasn't as difficult as she had originally thought, but that could also be attributed to her ease of adapting to new situations. For a girl that lived on a farm, Britta found that she didn't have too much difficulties in getting used to life in the military. Training was tough, yeah but it wasn't nothing that she couldn't grit her teeth and clench her fist until she pulled herself through it. 

The plucky lass thrived in the face of adversity, and this was just yet another of the challenges she faced in her life. Whenever she had moments of doubt or despair, she would think about her family back home, and remind herself why she was here. True, the deciding factor in her signing up to join had been the money, but then she realised that being able to fight for her country and its people from the Imperials wasn't bad either.

The routine had been different, and it had been uncomfortable in the initial adjusting phase, but once she managed to work out the routine, Britta quickly got herself used to the rigors of military life. She'd learnt how to operate and shoot a rifle, gone through obstacles courses and ate dry rations along with everyone else. It was only after basic training, that she was selected to undergo specialised machine gun training before becoming a full-fledged gunner. She had to get used to carrying around the heavy gun and its ammunition which was no joke. 

Keeping physically fit was an absolute must, as a machine gunner must relocate with their equipment to a secondary position to avoid being zeroed in or flanked by the enemy. She did like the role of providing fire support for her fellow comrades, knowing that the crucial fire support they receive could make all the difference in a difficult combat engagement. Supporting her friends and teammates was just up her alley.

Britta soon found herself attached to the 15th Atlantic Rifles and got into a truck with several riflemen, filling up all the unoccupied seats on the back of the truck. The machine gun she had with her was configured into a light support weapon with a folding bipod detachable drum ammunition container. As the other soldiers assembled and readied themselves for the First Lieutenant to give his speech, and oh what a stiff serious guy he was. Well she didn't know him enough to know if he was really that stiff and serious all the time.

Finally they were dismissed and the groups dispersed as they began to spend what little free time they had left before they all headed to the front. Britta recognised the two Lance Corporals that were introduced earlier, and headed towards them to introduce herself, and it was also there that she realised that the Lance Corporals without the book had a gunner insignia as well. [color=F52713][b]"Morning Lance Corporals Black and Charpentier! Britta Hagen."[/b][/color] She said as she pointed at herself. Peering over towards the scribbling guy, she asked.[color=F52713][b] "What ya writing?"[/b][/color]