Ian heard his name from the office. Ahh, the life of a soldier. Wait, wait, wait some more, and then risk getting your head blown off.
He stood up and straightened his jacket, grabbed his briefcase and strode in.
Snapping a salute in the doorway, he moved forward and stood at ease before the desk. "Good morn tae ye sah, my name is Ian Holmes and I am here to apply to the Fighter Corps."
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|