The Betrayal at West Point

e grounds, turning the air into a thick, soupy mess. We stood in formation, a hundred nervous plebes

stalked in front of us like a predator, his eyes scanning for

ng across the field. "You will addr

my voice cracking

linched. Caleb' s sm

ur voice not drop yet? Are yo

ed, my throat tear

coffee. "That's better. But for that pathetic first atte

their faces tight with resentment, I saw their glares. On the very first day, Caleb

ess sun. Every command was screamed, every mistake punished. I was smaller and lighter than most of the men, and I stru

The cramps were a dull, insistent throb in my lower abdom

y vision started to tunnel, the edges turning black. The shouts of the other cadets

e world went dark was Caleb Blakely, standing a few feet away