Sir, Yes, Sir!

I think we were all confused after the Great Shift. All of my fellow enlistees and I found ourselves in each other’s bodies, and we wondered if it was some sort of psy-ops training at first. We looked to our drill sergeant for some sort of direction, but he seemed more scared and confused than any of us. It was a nice reprive, but it didn’t last long. A woman soon emerged from a building not far away; a few of us recognized her as the sergeant’s wife.

“I don’t think I told you maggots you could take a break!” She shouted at us.

Most of us just looked at each other in confusion as she spoke.

“Did I stutter?” She added, more forceful than before, “When your superior officer gives you an order, you follow that damned order. Do you think I care that you’re probably all in the wrong bodies? Do you think the enemy would care? Does it matter that I’m in the wrong body? No, now start running the damned course.”

We all responded the only way we could think of now that we realized our sergeant was the one in his wife’s body. “Sir, yes, Sir!” We all said in unison.