A young man entered the recruitment office and wordlessly placed his forms on the desk. He was little more than a kid, really. A casual guess would place him at about sixteen years of age, but the ID he supplied with the completed enlistment forms place him at a fully-legal twenty. Alexander R. Moss, born and raised on Cambridge. Would be starting his third year at the University soon, working on a degree in Gravitational Engineering of all things, if he hadn't dropped out to enlist. Parents were still alive and well on Cambridge, no loss of immediate family or friends due to the war, no bright future shattered by the Kusari hostilities. Reason For Enlistment is answered with a single word, 'Patriotism'.
Alex stood before the recruitment officer's desk, shifting uncomfortably under the scrutiny and awaiting the inevitable questions.
