The young soldier looked out of the window of his base, gazing upon the vast expanse of countryside and the tall mountains beyond it. It was only illuminated by a few necessary military lights and the stars above. Just a day ago, the nation had gone into DEFCON 1 and prepared for war. 25 new tanks were manufactured and 300 more soldiers were recruited. Pvt. Sam McCall was one of those. He was stationed at a military base on the outskirts of the land of bleh, a small nation lying on the borders of CSN territory. He imagined that at any moment, hundreds of soldiers storming across the plains, burning the countryside as they went.
He quickly shook the image out of his head and turned around. He saw somebody struggling to unload some boxes of ammo from a supply truck. He went over and helped him.
"Thanks for the help. What's your name?" The man said.
"I'm private McCall. And you?" Sam said.
"I'm private Jenkins. Of what politics are you?" He asked.
"I have no use for politics. That's the only reason we're here right now. loading rifles instead of eating a warm meal with our families." Sam said.
"I wouldn't say that. Congress voted unanimously to prepare for war. We would be here no matter what political party held the majority." Jenkins said.
"I'm talking about their decision to join the alliance. We're a small country, we have no need for alliances and wars. We should've remained isolated and lived in peace." Sam said.
"It sounds like you enjoy politics after all! You must be a member of the pacificst party." Jenkins said.
"It's not that, I just don't like war. I only joined because my father pressured me to. He kept talking about bringing honor to our family. He would've joined too if he was still young enough, but the army wouldn't accept him. He's 58 you know, and his hearing is getting worse. I wasn't too surprised they didn't let him in." Sam reasoned.
"I joined because I am happy to serve my country." Jenkins said.
"You know I've heard rumors that the government doesn't even know who we'll be fighting? We have no idea what alliance we'll be attacking, nevermind what nation. Some have spoke of a group called the hegemony, but to be honest I don't care about world politics. I'm just a simple farmer trying to support his family. Now I will be killing strangers I don't even know." He said sadly.
"Don't feel so bad about it. Chances are this whole thing will blow over peacefully, and you can return to picking corn" Jenkins chuckled.
Sam felt annoyed at this. "And you? What is your proffession?" Sam asked.
"This is my proffession! I have been in the service ever since I got out of school. I am looking forward to a long and successful career in the army. Lt. Bartlett says I'm very close to being promoted to corporal." Jenkins said.
The conversation slowed down and they continued to unload ammo boxes. All of a sudden, Sam heard some shouting and noise in the distance.