Terms Of Enlistment Novels & Stories

They all yelled. “Now if I am reading this right, all of you here amount to fifteen hundred young hot-blooded recruits. You will do as I say when I say it. No questions asked. You will not mingle with the recruits of Sony and Sunny. You will identify them by their ash and white and grey uniforms. For today, you guys are free to do what you want. but as from tomorrow, you will only wear the red or black uniforms, whichever it is, that will be assigned to you shortly. So discard of your nonsense dressings. I would have loved to shave all your fifteen hundred heads but this is not the army yet. As from tomorrow, you will wake by three in the morning and train till midnight, with only short brea

I asked, getting excited that I got to see them again. "We are doing good, Luna," Riley said as she smiled. "We are preparing for the draft soon, Luna." It was Luca that answered. He was way taller than Riley now. "Is it?" I was surprised and counted how old they were now. "Dear me... You are turning sixteen years old!" I exclaimed and they nodded. Adolescents who reached sixteen years of age were required to be enlisted in the draft. That was the policy until now Desmond was still implementing. I thought that when I was gone, he would change his way of ruling since I was not there to halt him. He could go back to his cruel ways of managing the pack.

Elliot said. “It’s standard.” “No it’s not!” Timothy leaned slightly against the table. “Your alternative is prison.” Elliot rubbed his temples. “Right.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Elliot looked down at the contract again. “If I sign this,” he said slowly, “I basically become your employee forever.” “Not forever.” Elliot glanced at the final page. “…Twenty years.” Timothy didn’t respond. Elliot leaned back in his chair. “You realize this sounds like villain behavior, right?”

He was a bit shy of eighteen. As part of my nursing training, we gave vaccinations to the deploying and enlisting soldiers before they were shipped out. After more than ten years in the Depression and another two listening to the radio and reading in the papers about the European war, most of us still weren’t ready for how the US came to be involved or how determinedly our government did it.

I say, continuing, “Now if you have intel worth sharing, this would be the time to do so. Otherwise, you will decide whether you are prepared to sign today or not.” Looking between Alpha Jackson and myself, Drake shakes his head and looks away considering his options. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans his elbows on the table, “Alright we’ll sign. But we expect a five-year term when this year is up. And we want to be included at all alliance discussions during this first year.” Alpha Jackson clears his throat, “Of course Drake, anyone in the alliance participates in alliance meetings.”

We'll see how long they last against me. Luke steps up. He puts up his hands. "Ok. Everyone?" He waits. "Hey....Ya you.... eyes up here." He talks sternly. He puts his hands on hips. "Alright. Welcome to boot camp! We will have you for four years! Yes. Four years. You will train here.... you will work here......and you will live here. The next four years we will be making soldiers out of you. There is no quitting. We don't train quitters. You will try and when you fail, you will try harder." I watch the sea of heads as Luke talks.

, we'd completed final review. By 5:00 a.m., I was standing in the command center with a signature pad, about to formalize everything we'd fought for. Stefan stood beside me. The bond carried exhaustion. And something else. Hope, maybe. Or just relief that the fighting was ending. "Once you sign this," Lauren said quietly, "we're committed. For three years minimum." "I know," I said. "And if they violate terms—" "We invoke safeguards," I said. "Then termination if necessary. We've been through this."