Dunkirk h.s.

2. Farwell My Brother

~still that same day and still in the recruitment office~

"Name?" The guy at the recruitment desk asked me.

"Harry Styles."

"Got a birth certificate Harry Styles?"

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry." I scrambled to pull the folded up sheet out of my back pocket and handed it to him.

"Okay," he said and he gave me a stack of papers. "I just need these filled out."

I grabbed a pen and began signing.

Any medical problems in the past?

No

Allergies?

No

Blood Type?

B

Blah blah blah blah

"Done," I smiled and handed the sheets back to the guy. "So what next?"

"You'll receive a letter stating when you're called to be deployed for the military in the future."

"Wait wait wait? I have to wait? I thought that I would start right away." I was shocked and disappointed.

"We already have troops deployed, but when we need more, you'll be one of the first called."

"O-oh."

"I got to get to the next person, but thanks for your pledge to protect the United Kingdom." He said and I walked out of the office.

I sat down at the curb and waited for Nick.

"We did it Harry! We-" he called out to me, but I interrupted him.

"No we didn't. We just signed up for something that probably won't happen. This is just like the lottery, because you're guaranteed not to have your name pulled."

"Woah calm down mate. That's what you're upset about?" He asked.

"Of course I bloody am!" I exclaimed. "Screw this," I stood up and stormed down the street.

"Harry wait up!" Nick chased after me. "Look at it this way. You and I will be the first one's out there when they need help."

"I-I don't know....," I sighed. "What if we're not in the same troop?"

"Don't talk like that," he reassured,"you and I will fight side-by-side. Kicking Nazi ass."

That brought a small grin to my face.

"Aw there's that famous Manchester smile that we all know and love!"

"Shut up you bloody idiot,"I laughed. "Race ya to my house!" I started sprinting, and we both ran down the brick road.