"SECTIOOON! STAND AT, EASE!" Shouted a man in a service dress with three stacked-chevron insignia on his arms. That is the first thing heard by Ghaafar Lee once entering the military barrack. He arrived together with Ismail Wallace and Clyde Watson early in the morning. Now, he is finding both of his lads who disappeared in the flood of people who are also there to attend the interview in order to enlist into the army.
"Where in the hell are they at?" Ghaafar Lee complains, finding them meeting a dead end everytime he tries.
"Move, move, move. Keep moving, boys!" Ordered an officer-on-duty seeing the flood of people. "Form double file lines, this is the army barrack, not your nanny's house!" Ordered him again, this time stricter and more stern. Seeing that, Ghaafar Lee quickly joined one of the lines that were formed seconds upon being ordered to.
"Name?" Asked the officer.
"Yes?" Ghaafar Lee asked the officer for clarification as he was not focused on the situation surrounding him.
"Your bloody name, mate!" Shouted the officer. "And I am a Sir, not one of your stupid friends!" The officer got angered.
"My name is Ghaafar Lee. I am sorry, sir..." Answered Ghaafar Lee weakly, The officer then gives him a form sheet to fill before leaving him and moving to the other person behind him.
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"Next!" The officers inside shouted calling for the next interviewees. "Three by three, inside, now!" Said a personnel with a shiny metal plate of the shape of three stacked-chevrons by the upper side right arm of his.
It is now the turn of Ghaafar Lee. Breathing in and out, trying to calm himself as anxiety just strikes him. Just a moment ago, he thought of himself being inside for an unforeseeable period. He was about 300 yards long off the front door of the interview hall. The line was just so long that he never thought that time could have flown this fast that it is now his turn to be interviewed by. Very nervous, just a feeling he had never felt before that this feeling cannot be described in words nor expressions.
"Good day, Sir." Said the three of the interviewers including Ghaafar Lee concurrently upon entering the hall seeing a table being sat by two interviewing officers. Serious face expressions with little wrinkles on their foreheads. Just a nod by one of them showing an agreement of which they may enter before standing, shoulder to shoulder facing the earlier said.
"Introduce yourself..."
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"Those bloody hell of officers were- oh my holy Lord I can't say it!" Complaint Ismail Wallace walking alongside Ghaafar Lee and Clyde Watson upon finishing their hours-long interview. It was truly a hell period in the interview that a warrior himself could flood sweats on the floor of the hall.
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Trust Me, Okay?
Tarihi Kurgu"Trust me, okay?" He asks her, supposedly in a reversed psychological manner. No emotion was expressed on either person's face, just blank expressions of emotion portrayal. Ghaafar Lee, a young man with no purpose in life living a boring day to day...
