as soon as he saw the commisar walking in with the shotgun his nerves were working overtime... noticing everything around him as soon as the commisar said the word duck he dove behind the steel bench he had been sitting on.. when the grenade exploded he felt something warm on his leg... a part of the bench had shattered and hit his leg.. as stubborn as he was he ripped off the shirt of one of the other dead recruits and bandaged the leg...
he then went to sit on one of the other benches that hadnt been ripped apart. waiting for the commisar to show up