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Dorian and I are amazed every time we walk through the campgrounds. Everything is fronted by a billionaire businessman. Our barracks are extensive and well-maintained, mainly through the strict division of chores. There is an immense mess hall, which is designed more like a fine restaurant, with the finest linens on each table, and we are fed the healthiest of meals each day. Beyond the dining hall is a long greenhouse in which all the medication that the army uses is grown. Everything taken is herbal. Chemicals are strictly forbidden.

The most beautiful part must be the garden. It is located just past the greenhouse. It is perhaps the most lush and melodic place ever imagined. This is where the majority of people spend their time in between training sessions, whether it be talking, playing chess, practicing martial arts barefoot in the sweet grass, or making love beneath the trees.

We find we are suddenly immersed in the most perfect of communities. There are hundreds living here, and we live together in almost perfect harmony. We eat, sleep, talk, train, and love another, so no jealousy seems to be felt by anybody. Free love is rampant, and sex is very easily had. It is taught to us that a satiated hunger for sex helps even the mind and therefore better prepares one for battle against adversity.

Everyone has been very kind to Dorian and I. When we were first brought to the campground, the captain had the troops convene in the garden, where most of them already were, relaxing naked atop the soft earth. He introduced Dorian and I, first by explaining the unfortunate death of Gabriella, which brought the expected rush of sadness, and then by talking at length about the heroics with which we performed in the face of such horror. We were praised and applauded, although I still felt embarrassed and confused. I couldn't forget the fact that I had killed one of their beloved leaders with my carelessness.

Captain Fortante, as I now learned his name to be, instructed that we were to be accepted as brothers. Our training would begin the next day, and barracks were to be prepared. We were then directed to the bathing rooms, where Dorian and I were stripped and bathed by four of the most beautiful women either of us had ever seen. The women removed their clothes as well and stepped into the warm, intoxicating water with us. We were bathed and caressed with the utmost delicacy and affection. Dorian and I both achieved orgasm, and then we were dried and dressed in the softest silk robes my skin had ever touched.

The women led us back to our freshly-prepared barracks, which, they informed us, formerly had belonged to two men who had been slain in the night's earlier skirmish. They felt it appropriate that the new blood replace the old in such a way. We invited them to stay with us for a while, which they did happily. After several hours of further horseplay, we all settled in for a night of sweet slumber.

Captain Fortante greeted us first thing in the morning to escort us to our day's training. He congratulated us on making such swift friends with the ladies, then he provided us with our uniforms. They are made of the finest combed cotton, and fit as if they were custom-made. They are dark as night, with quiet, gray buttons along the jacket. We bid adieu to the girls
and went off with the Captain.

Our main weapon for combat is a heavy-gauge steel-barreled automatic handgun with a twelve-round clip. The barrel has been custom-made for better accuracy. The effect is devastating. The holes we made in our targets were large and perfectly round. Captain Fortante informs us that they use custom made nickelback bullets that rip perfect holes in the targets, thereby making recovery from a prize shot impossible. Despite only minimal previous experience with guns, Dorian and I are naturals, hitting our targets with a combined %90 accuracy.

From shooting practice we move on to Tai-Chi, which encompasses a two-hour session every day. Dorian has already studied this and is therefore advanced in the sessions, but I have some difficulty in this area.

This is not the only area in which Dorian has exceeded my performance, however. In the subject of women, he has far better grades. He has become rather notorious around the campgrounds, while I pine for one only.

We are to take courses at the University which is attached to the campgrounds, which we enter through an underground extension. We are mingled with regular students, who have no knowledge of our purpose. We are taught to listen for key words in each lecture, and through translations, we learn our own lessons separate from the other students. It is in this situation that my true weakness lies, for I am madly infatuated with one of the civilian students, and she returns my affections. Unfortunately, this is strictly forbidden by the Corps, as the army is known.

Dorian thinks I am crazy, and constantly remarks on the plethora of attractive women back at base, and I've certainly had my opportunities and even accepted some of them. Yet there is something about this girl, Isabella is her name, that I cannot help but think on constantly. Her hair is of the darkest hue, perfectly offset by the reflective luster of her eyes. She is of nineteen years, yet with an intelligence that extends far beyond her days. When she smiles, which is often when we are together, her entire face gleams with the joy that is a happy woman. We sneak off for walks through the campus, which infuriates Dorian, as we are to be watching each other at all times. I fear that he is getting impatient with my
disappearing acts, and may soon turn against me. This is my only fear. I have told Isabella nothing, so I have no worries on her part. Nonetheless, I know that if it is discovered that I am with a civilian, my punishment will be quite severe.