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.