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'''May 5th, 2509. Chingzhu Spaceport, Gonghe'''<br><br> | '''May 5th, 2509. Chingzhu Spaceport, Gonghe'''<br><br> | ||
"This is the only way." He said aloud to himself.<br> <br> | "This is the only way." He said aloud to himself.<br> <br> | ||
− | The armor | + | The armor plated rubbed against his forearms. It was too big and it was already bruising him. He held the gun like it was a dirty diaper, and laid it against the wall of the waiting area he shared with twenty other new recruits. Their purple uniforms all looks wrong on them. They didn't match the image of brave and strong soldiers the adorned the posters of the wall.<br> <br> |
− | He didn't remember when he decided to do this. It was the probably the cruelest way he could leave her. Join the army in a war she hated, | + | He didn't remember when he decided to do this. It was the probably the cruelest way he could leave her. Join the army in a war she hated, on then on the wrong side. There was no way she could dream of his returning to her, not with this betrayal. If he wanted to hurt her he could think of a better way. He couldn't sleep with another woman, not if he planned to return to the priesthood after his stint. So this was it. The only way to free her, and himself. He felt great shame whenever anyone would praise him for his bravery in going to war. He hated himself, but it was the only way to save himself. God would forgive him for betraying her, because he was going to serve him for the rest of his life. And if he died in the war, he could only pray that he'd served enough. Perhaps the horrors of war would cure him of his dishonor and shame.<br> <br> |
The sergeant called them to line up as the shuttle docked nearby. He took his place, threw the gun over his shoulder and shuffled along as the line slowly proceeded out to the launch pad.<br> <br> | The sergeant called them to line up as the shuttle docked nearby. He took his place, threw the gun over his shoulder and shuffled along as the line slowly proceeded out to the launch pad.<br> <br> | ||
− | He glanced through the plate glass window at the families waving to their boys and girls as they sent them off to war. | + | He glanced through the plate glass window at the families waving to their boys and girls as they sent them off to war. A scene repeated a thousand times in history. His eyes flashed to the girl, the woman, Rosie, standing apart from the crowd. Her face severe beyond her years, her eyes blazing in anger. She didn't bat an eye or lift her hand to wave, she just condemned him with her gaze. He felt a coward. And he was…"<br> <br> |
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