Terms Of Enlistment Novels & Stories

“In another 60 minutes, they would have gone missing for twelve hours.” “Could they have gone AWOL?” I asked, referring to potential Absence Without Leave occurrence. It happens from time to time with juvenile boys all over the world. CK was already shaking his head before I complete my sentence. “Feedback from his superiors and peers showed these were good boys with good academic results. They are heading for university once they ORD in June next year. They have no reason to run away.” ORD refers to the Operationally Ready Date, the day when the NS boys leave active service and join the reserve list.

"It's here. He's your 284th challenger. He more likely than not enrolled just yesterday evening." "Huh?" Lorist shouted, beginning. "Greasy! When did the enlistment begin!?" "Two days prior… " expressed Charade as he quietly grinned. "At this point, there are in excess of 350 candidates. There were 30 others when I was strolling over from the Enforcement Department a little while ago. I accept it'll hit 400 by today… " Lorist flicked his center finger at Charade. "I'm truly going to give it to that old charlatan! Does he maintain that me should kick the bucket!? How could that be in any capacity whatsoever sensible?"

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.”

"Our goal is to initiate the very best soldiers, to protect our thriving society. After careful consideration, we've decided that your son, Jonathan Lee has met our standards and expectations. Please fill out the rest of the forms with the needed information and we'll get started right away." My mother beams at the letter, her hand on my head. At seven years old, I knew this was something big. I just couldn't fathom how. As she begins to excitedly talk to my father about it, I peek at the note some more. Re-reading it, I see that it doesn't have a yes or no option; it basically screams we want your kid, and this is when we're getting him.

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."