It's the same old theme since 1916. Who: Nike (blindvictory) and US Military (pro_patria) What: Guess who wants to go to Iraq? Where: Lincoln Center recruiter's office When: Tuesday afternoonish. Warnings: None.
Working in the Delta Force meant that 'Cross' had to keep everything work-related he did very low-key, to the point of non-existence. It also meant that he didn't have to spend 40 hours a week in the office - his cell was on 24/7 if anything happened that required him to get down to the office, and otherwise he just got an e-mail or a phone call every once in a while just to make sure he was still alive.
In his free time he usually spent time working out, or playing sports, or hanging out with a myriad of fellow soldiers he had gotten to know over the years. Sometimes he would come here and help out at the recruiter at the Lincoln Center - there was an awful amount of paperwork and consent forms someone had to go through to get sent out to do what they were trained to do in this day and age, and though it was frustrating, it was just another part of protocol that everyone had to follow.
Most of the time they just had to offer information to prospective infantry; more like a Q&A session than anything else, but US Military's presence seemed to make the young boys all the more inquisitive, eager and open to the prospect of becoming one of America's finest soldiers.
There seemed to be more people wanting the information packs to be enlisted, one of the ex-soldiers behind the desk commented, and it just made US Military's smile widen a little.
So far so good - it was turning out to be a beautiful, productive day.