The Staff Sergeant looked up from his scone at the new arrival, grunted something partially intelligible, then handed him a clipboard, requiring basic information for enrollment.
He indicated where the man should sign, once the form was completed, and watched as he filled out the form in an immaculate hand, and signed with a flourish.
"Bloody Blue Bloods", thought the Sergeant.
Once the clipboard was completed and returned, the Staff Sergeant smiled broadly (there was scone in his teeth), and extended a greasy handshake.
"Welcome to the Armed Forces Lad!", he exclaimed, and directed him onwards for further processing.