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( Note: My dream decided that 'paratrooper' is what it wanted it to be. I wasn't actually referencing to the military branch itself. )

I can remember that I was crazy enough to decide I wanted to try and become a Paratrooper, so I signed myself up for the training and off I went. It was harsh, it was insane, and it felt at times like my body nearly broke itself in two. But whenever it just got too tough, I kept telling myself to do one more foot, another step, another piece of the crawl.

Finally, our final test came. I thought I failed it. The instructor called me and another person into his office, and he slapped two paper packets down onto his desk. He gave us a smile and congradualted us on a successful run. Inside was everything we needed to understand what we had to do to start being paratroopers. Supplies, recommendations, etc.

To celebrate, I asked him if we could make a haunted house, since it was so close to Halloween. Surprisingly, he agreed. The next few days I was incredibly busy, making a haunted house specifically using some of the Paratrooper training course objects. A tunnel you had to crawl through. A rope-wall you had to climb over.

I had just turned everything on, and the rest of our unit were coming in when I woke up.

Sadly, too. I wanted to see how most of them ran it without getting scared.