There are former Service applicants being interviewed. There is a Tattooed Teenager sitting in a chair facing a gentleman dressed in a black suit. The gentleman is a Special agent with the U.S. Service Recruiter Impropriety Division. He is shining a light on the Teenager’s face. The kid is very shaken up when the Special Agent begins to interrogate him as if he has committed a crime.

     The Special agent asks “So, what else did they tell you”?

     The teenager’s voice is very shaky “they told me my job was to fly the Space Shuttle”.

     The service recruiters are watching the interrogation from a room in front of the kid, they are behind mirrored glass. Marty is medium height, bald and muscular Service Recruiter in his mid twenties. He is sitting beside Jay a medium height, skinny Service Recruiter with a flat top haircut and is also in his mid twenties. Beside Jay sits Rod a medium height, Hispanic Recruiter that is a little over weight, is in his mid to late thirties. Dee is a short, Hispanic man with glasses and a medium build and is a little dorky, and Hill a very hairy man in his early thirties with an average build. They are sitting behind the glass watching and laughing. There is another Special Agent watching them at gun point.

     Back in the interrogation room the Special Agent chuckles and speaks “oh continue”.

     The next person being interviewed is a beautiful young girl approximately twenty. The girl begins to cry and says “they told me I was the Service sponsored swimsuit model”.

     Back in the audience room the Recruiters are laughing very hysterically now.

     The Agent in the interrogation room looks at the next individual and asks “Did you have sexual relations with any of them”?

     A huge homosexual African American man now sitting in the chair says “HELL Yeah, dawg! I did it with every one of them!”

     The recruiters look at each other and shrug as if to say “oh well” and they continue to giggle.

     The Agent interrupts the man in the chair and says “O k”.

     The man screams “I ain’t finished! They told me the Service would let me see all the naked men I could handle.”

     The Agent says “well you can’t say that you haven’t heard of the Don’t AXE don’t SQUEAL policy.”

     The African American man is in tears and responds

“But they didn’t axe!”

     The Special Agent steps from behind the camera and walks up to the man. Then he bends down in the man’s face and with a sadistic voice says “And you didn’t squeal, so who is really to blame?”

     The Man is crying intensely with the Agent standing over him.

     Three years ago in a Service Commanders office, the Commander is a tall well groomed man sitting behind his desk in a military uniform. He has an extremely serious look on his face when there is a knock at his office door. The Commander shouts “ENTER”!

     Marty opens the door and walks into the room. He stops in front of the Commanders desk and salutes. The commander returns his salute. Marty says “Sir, Sergeant Marty reporting as ordered”.

     The Commander looks at him with deep concern and says “Sergeant Marty, I have a little news for you and I am not sure how you are going to take it”.

     Marty looks at him and snickers “Sir, seriously how bad can it be”?

     The Commander remains very somber “before I begin I want to say I know how much you love being here in Infantry”.

     Marty is growing confused and says “Seriously sir, your freaking me out. You act like I got picked up for Recruiting or something?

     All of the sudden other service members outside the office stop and listen to the loud sounds of things breaking while cursing and shouting dominate from behind the door. The door opens and Marty runs out, then stops in tears and begins to cry “there is no way this is happening, why do you hate me god”? He stands and runs down the hall passing the First Sergeant on his way. The First Sergeant is a man in his early forties good shape. He walks to the commander’s door and asks “what happened sir”?

          The Commander looks at the First Sergeant with a depressed look on his face and answers “first Sergeant we lost another fine NCO”.

          The First Sergeant shakes his head and says “Fricking Recruiting, dang we need a Draft”.

          The Commander echoes his sediments “we sure as hell do”.

          The First Sergeant and Commander shake their heads.

          Marty is sitting in a classroom just two weeks later with an overweight gentleman in the Service uniform instructing the class. His name is Sergeant Streets. All of the students are in Service uniforms and are sitting, facing computers with planners open on the desks beside them. Some are playing computer games while others are sleeping and goofing off. Streets begins to speak to the class “you guys got screwed, man. I mean, you might want to fail this test and go back. Oh wait, you can’t”! He laughs.

     One Service member stands up and begins to speak “Sergeant I do not want to do this. I want to go to Iraq”.

     Streets begins to feel annoyed “tough crap! No one does. Sit down or you will be unemployed and homeless”!

     The Service member somberly begins to sit and responds “yes, Sergeant”.

     Another Service member stands and asks “May I ask, how did you get this job”?

     Streets tries to shrug off the question “uh that is a long story”.

     The Service member doesn’t back down “well I have three years”.

     Everyone in the class laughs and Streets begins to answer “if you must know, my last station did not produce as well as the establishment thought it should”.

     The Service member looks at him in a confused state “so, you were fired”?

     The entire class looks up at Streets. He begins to fidget and says “no they gave me a choice of things I could do and this was one of them”.

     Marty stands up in frustration and begins to speak “wait a second. You’re telling me that we are being trained by someone that was fired from this job. Are you”

     Streets interrupts him “I was not fired, I was asked to leave, we all were”.

     Marty continues ‘as I was saying, are you fricking kidding me? No wonder we ain’t learned anything, you clowns don’t know anything”.

     All of the students stand and cheer as more instructors come into the room and begin handing out tests. One of them sets up a timer, but never starts it. All of the students just start marking answers except for some geek in the front of the room. A minute into the test a line begins to form. The students hand in their test and begin to leave. The instructors begin to erase the wrong answers and make them correct. Marty walks down the hall, out of the building to the parking lot, he gets in his truck and drives away.