Job Desk

Enrolling in the army has never been a great ambition of mine. But when your jobless and the government leaves you with no welfare then as time has spoken. You are THE cadet. Fighting in the frontlines, moving in enemy territory, holding up weapons and deceasing foes. If you end up victorious, picking up the most heads they’ll meet you with honorable people who spark this idea of war at the first place. If your really lucky a medal with your name would be hanging by you neck. Then comes the 4 month of fame period. People would want to take pictures with you and hang in up on their bookshelf. Parents would make you role models for their children. The older generation would wonder if there is still more fierce young blood like you nowadays. Then as the war grows comes new incidents. Explosive bombings, suicide airplanes, mole in the intelligence, a traitor in the high ranks of the army, technical glitch in submarines compromising well-planed missions. Even worst, another low life entry level soldier got shoot trying to defend the base when a full scale invasion hit the island. He may as well be desperate. The act did not changed anything. But the media needed a unselfish act of patriotism. The government wan in dire need of erasing the embarrassment of the attack. And the people needed hope. So there he was the dead cadet, who was probably so drunk he didn’t know what he was doing. A funeral watched closely by the whole nation while testimonies from people he may not have known depicting what a good dedicated fellow he was.

Wondering where you might be? I’ll give you the details. Alone in a 4 by 4 apartment, wrapped in bandages, healing from you broken foot you got for instinctively saving your 4 fellow soldier unharmed from the enemy camp, watching television as this asshole gets all the credit for dying and saving not a single sole. The scene changes as you see your supreme commander in chief, a man you’ve never met in battle, praising the soldiers and preparing to deploy more into the fields with his new formulated strategy. Now, I bet you wished you were drunk and died back there.

P.S.: And I wished I was a soldier. Cause dying might do me some good.