Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Feb 23, 2021 19:59:17 GMT
The recruiting Sergeant looked up from his desk, the next lot of would be recruits had just arrived and it was time to sort out the 'wheat from the chaff', so to speak, once again.
"Ok, right line up there by the wall and when I call out your number come up to the desk so I can take your details"
The line of various hopefuls shuffled along and took their places against the barracks wall, they made a motley sight, a mish mash of sizes, clothing and appearance, clearly uneasy at the unfamiliarity of their setting, each with his own reasons as to why he wished to join the Army.
"Right, Number 1", barked the Sergeant. Shuffling the papers in hands, he put them down and took up a quill. "Name"?
"Which one, I have three? Would you be wanting my Christian name, my middle name or my family name"?
"Oh, a wise guy eh"! muttered the Sergeant, "Oh, how I love to put these whelps in their place"! His face rose to regard the recruit before him, then he gulped...twice..."Mon dieu, you're a big lad" he stuttered. "Err, all of your names please, and what's it to be Cavalry or Infantry? Maybe the Paris Guards? Regular or Frontier posting"?
"Actually none, really, well I guess I'd have to be attached to one of those sorts but I don't mind really as you see I want to be a Regimental Surgeon / Doctor, so wherever there's a vacancy I'm happy".
The Sergeant took a long look at the recruit, he was a brute of a man, his arms were as thick as branches and he had a chest that was...was...well huge and he wanted to be a Surgeon! Woe betide the patient who ever falls foul of him!
"Oh, yes and my name(s), well those would be Bastian Anton De'ath, but I'm sure you'll soon be hearing of me as Doctor De'ath, just as soon as I've passed all my exams and got the paperwork sorted".
"Ummmh...errr..ok..well welcome to the Army then, Doctor De'ath.....it's wonderful to have you"!
"Ok, right line up there by the wall and when I call out your number come up to the desk so I can take your details"
The line of various hopefuls shuffled along and took their places against the barracks wall, they made a motley sight, a mish mash of sizes, clothing and appearance, clearly uneasy at the unfamiliarity of their setting, each with his own reasons as to why he wished to join the Army.
"Right, Number 1", barked the Sergeant. Shuffling the papers in hands, he put them down and took up a quill. "Name"?
"Which one, I have three? Would you be wanting my Christian name, my middle name or my family name"?
"Oh, a wise guy eh"! muttered the Sergeant, "Oh, how I love to put these whelps in their place"! His face rose to regard the recruit before him, then he gulped...twice..."Mon dieu, you're a big lad" he stuttered. "Err, all of your names please, and what's it to be Cavalry or Infantry? Maybe the Paris Guards? Regular or Frontier posting"?
"Actually none, really, well I guess I'd have to be attached to one of those sorts but I don't mind really as you see I want to be a Regimental Surgeon / Doctor, so wherever there's a vacancy I'm happy".
The Sergeant took a long look at the recruit, he was a brute of a man, his arms were as thick as branches and he had a chest that was...was...well huge and he wanted to be a Surgeon! Woe betide the patient who ever falls foul of him!
"Oh, yes and my name(s), well those would be Bastian Anton De'ath, but I'm sure you'll soon be hearing of me as Doctor De'ath, just as soon as I've passed all my exams and got the paperwork sorted".
"Ummmh...errr..ok..well welcome to the Army then, Doctor De'ath.....it's wonderful to have you"!