Chapter 61: David’s First Steps

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Clarke farm as Michael and David stood in the open field, the crisp autumn air carrying the distant sounds of livestock and laborers working. David, dressed in sturdy riding clothes, held a rifle across his chest, his expression a mixture of excitement and determination.

"First lesson," Michael said, standing opposite him with his arms crossed. "Discipline. The military isn't just about fighting; it's about control, patience, and endurance."

David nodded, gripping the rifle tighter. "I'm ready for whatever comes, Michael."

Michael smirked. "We'll see about that."

He stepped back, gesturing toward a row of wooden targets he had set up. "Let's start with marksmanship. The army values a steady hand more than a strong one."

David took his position, exhaling as he aimed. The first shot rang out, missing the target by a few inches. He frowned, adjusting his stance. Michael walked over, correcting his grip and posture.

"Too much tension," Michael said. "Relax your shoulders, steady your breathing. Fire on the exhale."

David nodded and tried again. This time, the bullet hit the outer edge of the target. Michael clapped him on the back. "Better. But you'll need to do that consistently, even under pressure."

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Over the next few days, David's training intensified. Michael taught him the importance of physical conditioning, having him run laps around the farm and perform grueling exercises to build endurance. They sparred in hand-to-hand combat, with Michael teaching him techniques he'd learned from his travels and experience.

"You need to be faster than your opponent," Michael said, landing a light jab to David's ribs. "Brute strength won't always win the fight."

Breathing heavily, David wiped the sweat from his brow. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Michael grinned. "A little. But I'm proud of you, David. You're learning fast."

Their sessions weren't limited to physical training. In the evenings, Michael introduced him to military strategy and leadership, using maps and books from their library. They studied famous battles, discussing tactics and the importance of understanding both the enemy and the terrain.

"War isn't just fought on the battlefield," Michael explained one evening as they sat by the fireplace. "It's won through planning and knowing how to outthink your opponent."

David nodded, absorbed in the conversation. "I want to be more than just another soldier, Michael. I want to make a difference."

Michael smiled. "You will, David. I have no doubt about that."

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A week into his training, a letter arrived from the town militia, informing David of an upcoming recruitment examination. He held the letter tightly, his excitement barely contained. "This is it, Michael. My first real step."

Michael placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're ready. Just stay focused and show them what you're capable of."

James and Eliza stood nearby, pride shining in their eyes. Their mother hugged David tightly. "Just promise me you'll stay safe," she whispered.

"I will, Ma," David assured her.

Sarah, standing by the doorway, smirked. "Well, I suppose someone has to bring honor to the Clarke name."

David chuckled. "I'll do my best."

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On the day of the recruitment trials, Michael accompanied David to town. The town square bustled with young men eager to prove themselves. The local militia captain, a grizzled veteran named Captain Reynolds, addressed the group.

"You'll be tested on your marksmanship, endurance, and discipline. Only the best will move forward."

David glanced at Michael, who gave him an encouraging nod. "You've got this," Michael said.

The trials were grueling. David pushed himself harder than ever, excelling in marksmanship and showing promise in combat drills. By the end of the day, Captain Reynolds pulled him aside.

"You've got potential, Clarke," he said gruffly. "With some polish, you might make a fine soldier."

David beamed. "Thank you, sir."

As they rode back home, David couldn't contain his excitement. "I did it, Michael! I passed!"

Michael grinned. "I never doubted you, David. This is just the beginning."

As they approached the farm, Michael looked out over their land, thinking about how far they'd come. David was embarking on his own journey, and the Clarke family's influence was spreading.

"Whatever comes next," Michael said, "we'll face it together."

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