A tall, dark haired Sergeant of the Bretonian Ground Forces in uniform walked in. Speaking loudly on a mobile telephone, the clerk could overhear his conversation.
"Yes dear, I know it was a big step up. No dear I will not reconsider. Yes I thought about the pension. No, I did not reject it because of you. It would have ment leaving my boys behind. Yes I realise I probably wont see them again." There was some screaming on the other end of the phone.
"No dear, I do not love them more then you. I love you very much, you know that. Yes, the children too. yes, bless their little souls." The Sergeant covered the speaker and mouthed 'I'm sorry' to the clerk.
"This is a big reassignment for me dear. I don't care about starting again I'm more use up there then I am down here. I'm not the youngest sergant in the force for nothing. I'll be back on my old pay in no time. I've already flew with some of them. Yes, they are as nice as Johnson. No, Johnson is not going to become a pilot, he took the promotion. I heard that."
By this point, everyone in the room was now staring at the man, studying the tired expressions on his face.
"Listen dear I have to go, they're waiting on me. tell the children I said hi. Well Samantha wont, she was the one who suggested it. No dear, they wont be orphaned. Good bye." and with that he shut the phone.
"Sorry about that." He apologised to everyone present.
"Er, don't worry about it." The receptionist stammered.
"Sergeant Alexander J. Coulson of the Bretonian Ground Forces, 1st Royal Infantry, Explosives Specialist, reporting for reassignment to the Bretonain Armed Forces. It is in my understanding that the boys up there have seen something special in me. I trust my papers have been sent in?"
