As I walked into the gym, I saw all of the other soldiers staring at me.

I wonder what they are thinking…..

I started to set up some waits to bench. A stalky-looking kid, probably not a day over nineteen, dressed in a green beater and baggy black pants, was staring wide-eyed at me as I piled on weights.

He’ll go away..

He didn’t and now it was starting to irritate me.

“Can I help you?” I asked, turning my head to him and trying my best not to sound irritated.

He jumped back when I spoke.

“Y-you gonna lift those?” He stumbled.

“What do you think I’m here for?” I said, sarcasm dripping.

“C-can I see?” He said quietly.

I nodded, fastened the weights and lied down on the bench.