“You better hurry up and get moving boy. You don’t want to be late for your first day of Militia. Sergeant Reynolds doesn’t have much patience and you DON’T want to start off on his bad side. That man sure can hold a grudge.” James chuckled as he watched his son nick his cheek shaving. “See now that wouldn’t happen if you had woken up earlier.”
Jim was rushing to get ready as quickly as he could, but he had been up a bit too late the night before celebrating his 18th birthday. Good friends and poor quality liquor had taken its toll. Of course Jim didn’t really have any frame of reference to determine what liquor would be good or bad. “I know dad, I’m hurrying. The fort is only a mile away so I’ve got plenty of time if I run.” Jim’s words were muffled as he slipped a shirt on over his head.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll make a great first impression on Sergeant Reynolds if you show up panting and out of breath.” Jim’s father sighed and all the laughter drained from his face. “Look in all seriousness son I want you to be careful out there. I know it’s only your first day and you’ll be in training for a while, but it’s a dangerous world. We have it pretty good here in Metropolis and there are a lot of people out there that are jealous of that. You keep your guard up because the Ists are always out there waiting to stab you in the back if it isn’t.”
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry so much. We haven’t heard from Ists in almost six months now. Besides it’s not like I have much choice in this.” Every male age 18-22 has to serve full time in the militia before starting their real lives.” There was a mocking tone to Jim’s voice as he paraphrased the line he had heard so many times growing up. The idea of serving in the Militia was something that really bothered him. Actually, the idea of being forced to do anything bothered him. He took a deep breath to get control of his voice hoping to keep things from getting out of hand. “I know how dangerous the Ists are. I may not like the idea of being in the Militia, but it is important and to be honest I wouldn’t mind getting a little bit of payback for what happened to Mom.” His father started to speak, but Jim cut him off abruptly. “I won’t do anything stupid, but I can’t talk about this now I really am going to be late.” Jim paused at the door on his way out. “Besides its just training what could possibly happen during training?” With that parting comment Jim grabbed his bag and was out the door running full speed east towards Fort Massac.
Jim’s father stood in the door to their house watching him run off into the distance. “Your mom would be so proud to see this day,” he mumbled to himself. Memories of all the time both good and bad he had in the militia swam through his mind. He thought of his old friend Jason Reynolds and broke out into a laugh. “I’d give anything to see your face when you meet Jason.” When the laughter stopped James went back into the suddenly very quiet house.


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