<div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb395/Angzyn/wp_Hilary_Duff_Black_and_White_1600x1200.jpg)</div>What was only a few months felt like years to the young girl. Weeks of survival training that included the very basics of field first aid (http://www.armystudyguide.com/content/army_board_study_guide_topics/First_Aid/first-aid-study-guide.shtml) to how to survive with out food or shelter for weeks on your own, even shooting a gun which the young Army Privet grew up doing on her father’s farm. Still the training did not hurt, learning few things that she never learned from her brothers. Months away, however, also meant months with out word of what was going on. After all there was no TV or radios, not even a phone call home. Maybe a letter from home every now and then, but her father and mother never talked about the news. They wanted to know how she was doing, what she was learning and telling her stories about the family. Then again it might have been they did not want to worry her.<br/><br/>Sure she knew the basics of what was happening…..before she went to boot camp. But all the new stuff was news to her. So what a shock to her when she saw the “Head Line” news on the big screens as she was leaving her gate and making her way down to the Taxi cabs. This only putting her in more of a rush to get home to her family. Not that she was not already in a rush, the girl only had a week with them before being shipped overseas. Just this put her more in a panic rush to get to them. To make sure they where okay. The people around her making her feel uneasy, they seemed in just as much a rush as she did if not worse. Then again they might know more about what was happening then she did.<br/><br/>It did not take long for her to grab her one sea bag with her clothing, uniforms and some personal items. Fixing her  cover and uniform (http://www.usmilitarysurplus.com/surpluscatalog/images/HPcompletepack.jpg) as she made her way down to the pick up area. There she hoped to grab a cab and luck seemed to be on her side.<br/><br/>“I got a Hunderd! Just need to get down to the bus station!”<br/><br/>The dog tags that read “Anico Ralohs” chiming together as she gave a small jump, walking over to the diver. The girl not that bad looking. Long auburn brown hair tied up in a bun, that framed a young but lovely face that housed bright hazel blue eyes. Uniform doing her body no justice, under them a slender body with feminine curves and lean but strong muscles gotten from basic.<br/>