Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Grin]

"OK, lad", said the Recruiting Officer as he pushed the notepad back across the desk.

"I see you have had a lot of experience and could prove useful to us in a combat role. But there's just one thing?"

He fixed the potential recruit with a steely glare

"You have not given us your name - that kind of helps us, you know?" He laughed, a little menacingly

"So, fill it in, here and here. First name and Last name. We can then check our records and verify your background"

The Recruiting Officer sat back and looked at the embarassed recruit. Why oh why were his toes itching - when he had no feet? He grimaced and cursed again at the pain and irritation his lost legs still caused him.

"Hurry it up, lad - I want to get home this evening"

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