The day you signed the papers and became a soldier still seems like it's yesterday as you look back on your decade of service. You haven't yet decided what you're going to do - go back to civilian life, maybe finally settle down, or go truly career. That's been going through through the back of your mind as you tidy up at your current billet and prepare for your replacement.
[] The middle east. It's no Iraq like the old sweats talk about, thank god, but you've seen more than one firefight.
[] The south-east pacific. One half watching the Chinese, one half reassuring allies, one half keeping a war from starting.
[] Europe. US forces continue to be slowly drawn down but there's still plenty of work to go around.
[] Stateside. The training posting was a good place to brush up on your skills in leadership. Maybe you should go career after all.
But a week before you're officially done with that, you're unceremoniously yanked out in the middle of the morning and bundled onto a C-37 Gulfstream V. The wheels touch down in DC and you're hurried into the Pentagon. You are led to a windowless room in the basement level, two floors below ground level. A brigadier general with Army insignia and the nametag PIERCE is waiting inside. After saluting, he motions you to the other chair. There's a small dossier there with your name stamped prominently on the front and another, rather thicker one next to the general's hand.
"Feel free to take a look, son. Let me know if there's anything out of place."
You flip through several pages. This is impressively in depth and shockingly enough for military paperwork, seems to have absolutely no errors whatsoever. You state as much.
"Don't worry about it them son. Just wanted to make sure we didn't somehow bring in completely the wrong person." He chuckles at his own private joke. "So tell me a bit about yourself. What's your proudest accomplishment?"
[] Learning languages so you can better communicate with your allies - or future enemies.
[] Rejecting an Ivy League scholarship to serve your country instead.
[] Leading a platoon out of an unexpected combat situation on your very first mission beyond the wire.
[] Seeing your parents at your commissioning ceremony, carrying on the legacy of service.
[] Fighting out of the Projects to make something of yourself, unlike everyone else you knew growing up.
[] Coming up through the enlisted ranks before getting commissioned.
The general nods as you give a bit of your life story. "Definately something to be proud about. Now, you're probably burning with curiosity and all. You come recommended - you're smart, a good soldier and you don't have any attachments." Don't have any attachments? "Son, what you're about to learn does not leave this room. In fact, it is so secret that I legally cannot open this folder until you read and sign the final page in your file there."
You flip to the last page. It lays out in very explicit detail that by signing, you will be forevermore bound by various military regulations including some you haven't even heard of - and the penalty for violation merely starts at 'Draconian'. In a very real sense you will be signing your life away, and quite possibly your soul as well.
[] Boldly Accept
[] Boldly Reject (note: This is NOT a game over)