Simply The Best
Hard steel and soft flesh united in a unique dance
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I love Tina Turner’s music! Whether it’s Proud Mary, River Deep Mountain High, We Don’t Need Another Hero, or many of her other songs, her voice gets me every time.
However, there is one song that I hold deep in my heart: The Best.
In the last five years that I lived in South Africa, I was in the Armed Forces, and obviously had to do all the prescribed training. It was during one of those trainings that The Best was top of the charts, and it blared through the speakers in our barracks.
I was friends with a daring young woman, just two years my senior, called Zelda. It was during one of our rare nights off that she held a sealed bottle of wine to her mouth, and an unloaded gun to her head, and I snapped the picture. I still have it.
The years I was in uniform were some of the best I had in working career. That might be because I’m a stickler for rules, and I like rituals.
However, that fact doesn’t keep my mind from breaking the rules…
My years in the army, that silly photo of my friend… those were definitely inspiration for the story below.
Simply The Best
“Attention!”
The female recruits scurried to their place at the foot ends of their bunks. This was only the third time in their short military careers that the sergeant unexpectedly turned up in their sleeping quarters. They still had to get used to always keeping their living quarters clean and tidy.
Tonight was no different.
The sergeant walked from one bunk to the next, scolding the recruits for their untidiness. Clothes were everywhere, beds unmade, shoes not polished.
“Inspection at 4am each morning for the rest of the week,” the sergeant said, turned on her heels and left the sleeping quarters with two corporals in her wake.
Malory turned back to her bed and looked at the mess. Back home, she could never keep her room tidy and here she followed the same pattern. Why couldn’t she be as organized as some of her fellow soldiers? She admired the tidiness of her two neighbors.
Even though the sergeant scolded all of them, Malory knew she was more to blame for the early inspections than any of the others. Still, no one seemed to blame her for it. In fact, the young woman to the left of her scrolled through a list on her phone and suddenly Tina Turner’s voice filled the room.
