The small, skinny looking man entered the recruitment office, feebly pushing the door ajar and sliding himself through the gap. The nervous look on his face told the recruitment officer straight away he didn't want to be there. His patriotic father had forced him to go, threatened to kick him out if he didn't sign up. The young man couldn't have been more different from his father, he was interested in computers, while his father was a metal worker; the man was weak, not a fighter, while his father was a strong, aggressive man.
The recruitment officer looked at him with a slight hint of amusement at the man's delicate build. "I... I... I'd like t... ti si... sign up p... please," he wimpered. The officer held in his laughs as he extended his arm, pushing the recruitment form towards the man. "Fill this out; bring it back tommorow," he barked. The man took the form and left as he'd entered. Walking down the corridor he began to fill the form in. "Name..." he said, under his breath, "Dan Robinson."...