Aside from a few minor spelling errors, I'll just give you this.
It's okay, I guess. The dialogue could use some work.
Also, What country is it based in? The americans didn't enter the war until like 1942 or so.
Another thing to note, I'm pretty sure they didn't have Desert eagles in WWII. Try a colt M1911.
If you don't mind I made a few edits to it below, but this is your story so you decide if it's good or not. :l
"Get up, maggots! Let's go let's go!"
Morning, 4AM, I was awake for my first day of training. I woke up with a surprise, and jumped to my feet.
I followed everyone else through the desert-like place, keeping my pace. I noticed the Captain was up ahead, and someone else in a dark black suit was walking slowly beside him. I wondered if he was our leader.
We reached the range in a matter of minutes.
"Here we'll determine your accuracy with firearms! Grab a gun and pick a target. Understood, recruits!?"
We scrambled for the tables, each with different weapons strewn upon them.
I ran toward the table, and grabbed an M1911. I was surprised Captain Johnson picked me first.
I walked over to the firing range, and took aim.
"Begin!" Captain Johnson commanded.
I shot 10 times, while there were 9 targets. I thought I did pretty good. I stole a glance at him.
"Very good, next!" he bellowed.
I looked at the man in the black suit. He had a stern face. As he made eye contact with me, I quickly looked away.
I watched everyone else shoot. Most of them missed at least 4 shots. I felt like I was going to be a good soldier. When they were finished, Commander Johnson surveyed us with an angry face and said "Mphm..good job.. next!"
