For now, I can only drill them in guard duty, taking the night watch. They clean the entire guard post, from the latrine to the machine gun turret. Until I'm satisfied, there's no food or sleep. I don't train them, and I forbid them to train with me, because sports are not for slaves and serfs. By the end, I was getting tired of it; I would just send them to the recreation room and demand that they not remind me of their existence. The same goes for the senior recruits, only in different words, not "get out of my sight, you damn elephant," but "I'm at the console, you can stay in bed."
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers