A family can be 2 traumatised soldiers and their 30 kids (3)

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Part 3 

It seemed that most of Echo One was in awe of Sergeant Jyn Erso.

The youth class had gone from something soldiers were practically scared
of, a place you were banished to, or something almost akin to punishment … to
the most requested group of recruits to work with out of the entire base. It
was hard not to feel proud after having watched them grow and learn over the
past several months. 

She tried to get the class out of their room as much as possible. Once,
she sent them on a scavenger hunt throughout the entire base, just for a lack
of something to do. Sometimes, they piled on jackets and went out into the
freezing snow and acted out mock battles. The pilots seemed to love it when she
would take them to look at the x- and y-wings, so she often took them through
the hangar.

“Right, kids! Who can remember all the different parts?” Luke Skywalker
would ask enthusiastically every single time.

It … it wasn’t the life Jyn had ever thought she would have. But she
felt like it was still good. Her pages of notes were endless now, the walls
almost unable to be seen, and she felt proud even at her kids’ tiniest
achievements. Like when Vance had finally managed to win a sparring match, or
when Lyle was thoughtful enough to comfort Dan when he had sprained his ankle, or
Warrin when he had read an entire sentence without getting side-tracked once.

She felt for these children almost like they were her own. She was kind
of ok with that.

“Jyn,” she felt little Arlo tugging on her shirt. “I gotta poo.”

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