From Unfit to Fit by A.C. Brokenshire
Stark naked, I shivered. Outside from where I waited, armed soldiers simulated warfare. They scurried around a network of excavated practice trenches. It was almost my turn for a three-hour physical examination in a dungeon like, military tent at Higher Barracks, Exeter which boasted one single antique stove down its far end. ‘You’re next, Drake,’ an officer instructed a recruit, who was close enough in front of me that I enjoyed his body warmth and could reach around his torso for extra, if needed. Drake dutifully peeled off the line, as more men behind me shuffled forward. I was at the front. ‘Open wide,’ the medic said. ‘Ahhhh,’ said Drake as the medic peered into his mouth. I made a mental note of this as it was a sensible response. I took his place, then was told, ‘Up on the scales.’ I stood as tall as my five foot seven could reach. The medic dropped a measurement bar to my crown and extended a tape measure from the floor...