The 46 Rebellion (the Kraut in Hell sequel)

The enlistment office.

B POV
I just pulled up to the enlistment office, empty. I walk to the door, and see three recruiters/enlistment officers, sitting at desks looking like they're bored. I clear my throat.

B: Excuse me?

They all jumped, then one stood up, his red and black uniform buttons reflecting the sun enough to hurt my eyes.

Recruiter 1: Hey son, you here to enlist in the Army?

Recruiter 2: No, he wants to join Hell's Navy don't ya son?

Recruiter 3: Hell no! He wants to be a Hell Marine, Hellhounds get a fifty thousand dollar sign on bonus after all!

B: Sorry, I'm here for the army, my dad was in the army and I'm going to be in the army

The other two recruiters frown, and sit back down.

Recruiter 1: Alright, we're going to the first door on the left down this hall here.

We walk to the room, and sit down.

Recruiter: So, for legal reasons, I got to ask your age, name, height and weight, imperial or metric I don't really care.

B: For my age, I'm 24, my name is Blitzø Fritz Jakob Heinz Fuchs, I'm 7ft 10in, about 240lbs, I'm not really sure, I haven't checked in a while.

Recruiter: You're underweight my boy, but don't worry, we'll bulk you up. My first question, did you take the Asvab in High School?

B: Of course, I scored in the high 90s.

Recruiter: Okay. What kind of job were you hoping to do?

B: I want to be a grunt, on the frontlines with nothing but a rifle and my squad mates.

Recruiter: Huh?

B: Did I stutter?

Recruiter: I'm just surprised, you could probably do almost anything you want in the Army, and you want to be a infantryman? Why?

B: Because I'm tired of being a bitch, that's why!

Recruiter: That is probably the best answer I've ever heard in response to that question.

B: Oh?

Recruiter: I can just tell, you're going to be a general some day.

B: Really? I just want to do my part, like my father in the last war.

Recruiter: What army did he fight for?

B: He fought for the Germans.

Recruiter: A kraut?

B: While I won't say you're wrong, please don't say kraut.

Recruiter: Why not?

B: It's, just a personal grievance. My dad and I have a strong bond, and I very much hate it when people call him a kraut.

Recruiter: I'll refrain from it then. Then, have you decided to join?

B: Of course!

Recruiter: Then I'll get the enlistment papers!

He walked to a set of filing cabinets, pulling out three sets of papers.

Recruiter: How long do you wish to enlist?

B: What's the longest I can go?

Recruiter: four years, but you can re-enlist if you wish.

B: I'll do that.

He guides me through the process of filling out the paperwork. After thirty minutes, he smiles.

Recruiter: Welcome to hell's army my boy, go do hell and your family proud!

B:When and where do I need to be to get picked up for boot?

Recruiter: This building outside at 6:45am tomorrow.

B: Oh! I'd better get packed!

I ran out of the room to my car, and sped home.

Chapter End.