Keeping the Peace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A fictitious tweak in DNA and some wishful thinking about the world we live in.

Submitted: June 12, 2015

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It was a day pretty much like any other day in the Federal Department of Military Services.

There were the forms to fill out, the online inquiries, the endless meetings, and the stream of phone conversations that didn't accomplish to much. Then there was the call that came in at 2:10 pm from a certain Major Tomas Tonel, the base's head Shrink at a certain Marine Corp Base in California.

The conversation was odd right from the beginning and soon became, shall we say, somewhat unbelievable.

The Major told me that they received a new volunteer recruit that was a star athlete in high school, track and field, high jump, and baseball.

This guy had passed every written and physical test, was doing exceedingly well in basic training except for one small detail, he could not bring himself to hit anyone.

It seems that this PFC Stunner was unable to inflict harm on anyone, directly. He had taken Judo classes as a kid and could hold his own in hand to hand as long as he was not the aggressor, their aggression redirected back on them was fine. As soon as his roll was to attack, he could not.

His Sargent had done everything he had learned in seventeen years of service, to no avail. In fact, the Sargent had gone a little too far, allowing some of his men to beat the crap out of the guy in hopes that he would snap out of it, whatever IT was. That didn't work either.

The bottom line was that the Sargent and three of his recruits were up on charges, PFC Stunner was in the base hospital with two broken ribs, a broken nose, and lacerations.

The question I had was, "What the hell are you calling us for?"

The psychiatrist said that the man in question was just the tip of the iceberg, they had four such recruits, three men and one woman, that were showing signs of the same condition; like it was some kind of illness or something. He said that he was directed to call us by some un-named individual.

I told him that I would call him back and took the whole mess to my boss, maybe she would know what to do about this.

This is one of those situations that you don't want to get caught up in, it can come back to haunt you down the line.

So, anyway, I took the mess to her and was surprised that she was not surprised to hear about it.

It seems that she was called to a meeting, about a week ago, involving this matter and referring to every Basic Training camp in the United States.

In one case she mentioned, a Pilot that was transferred from a Cargo Transport Unit and trained to fly drones could not bring himself to fire missiles at an actual target, in simulator training he had no problem doing so.

And so the stories went, they acted in accordance with their training until they were required to injure or kill someone; then they would freeze, regardless of the consequences.

My boss gave me a location and a phone number that I was to give to the psychiatrist that called me. She would personally call the psychiatrist's CO with information and instructions as to what to do with the people in question.

She didn't say what they were doing with them and wasn't going to ask!

I was told to keep my mouth shut about this and to give the information to the psychiatrist. I was to inform the psychiatrist, also, as to the need for secrecy involving these service people and any others that came down the Pike, as there were surely going to be others.

Being a dutiful Federal Employee, I did as I was told, buttoned my lip, and tried to forget everything that I had learned that day.

{TIME PASSES}

I went out to lunch one day at O'Malley's, O'Malley's is about a half-mile from my office, a good stretch of the legs and has Brisket Sandwiches that are to die for.

Anyway, while waiting for my order, I ran into an old collage room-mate and we got to talking. 

I guess he started working for the FBI about a year after college, Special Investigator or something like that, badge, gun the whole ball of wax.

Now I swear, he brought this up, I didn't. He starts talking about service people being tested for "Non-Aggressive DNA Disorder", "NAD" for short! And it gets worse, there are civilians with the condition too. The first to be noticed were new police recruits.

All these people vary in age, but the oldest is 28 years old.

According to my friend, this guy who had a few too many beers, he has talked to CIA people he comes in contact with and they say this condition is world wide.

It seems that the CIA, once they caught wind of this, set-up DNA testing in every country that they could. They used the Red Cross and other health agencies to obtain DNA samples. They set-up labs and tested what they found. The results were always the same,  every person under 30 years old has this Genetic flaw, as if someone re-engineered their DNA.

The FBI and Homeland Security gathered scientists and medical experts together to find a cure, or a way to correct the malignant DNA, with no luck so far.

The FBI even went around the country searching for men older than 30 with wives younger, women that had the flaw. Those women that became pregnant with the older man's child had a miscarriage within three months, or they were unable to conceive at all.

Well, according to my FBI buddy, when the CIA told the FBI what they had found, then the FBI told the CIA about the results of tests that they had ran on Military personnel, such as PFC Stunner. Then they both told Homeland Security what both had discovered, and that is when Homeland Security informed them that they had ran similar studies. At that point they asked for a meeting with the President. It was a very long meeting...

The next week the US Data gathering system went into full operation, our spy network was a buzz with activity, brought on by a Hush, Hush, Presidential Order. Everyone was checking DNA samples from everyone else's solders and civilians, one way or another. And when I say everyone, I mean every nation on the earth, well, except Sweden and Norway, (I think?).

They even had DNA Special Forces Units. These units would sneak into towns, villages, military camps, outposts, office buildings, schools, anyplace that they could to obtain needed age samples of DNA.

Everything was on a NEED TO KNOW basis. And the public was not anyone that needed to know!

The outcome was always the same and with the same results, humans would soon become the first non-aggressive species of animal on earth.

I called for a cab for my friend and I. Lunch was long over with and went home.

I called in sick for that afternoon, didn't want to get canned for being drunk on the job. I told my Boss that I was sick, that something at lunch turned it; which wasn't a total lie.

{TIME PASSES}

Wouldn't you know it? The Government has assigned this condition an acronym, "NAA", and for those discussing said topic, "NAA-SAYRS". I'm happy to be near retirement age. I think I'll move to some place where there are lots of younger people.

Yes, as the years have passed by, I've began to notice a decrease in domestic violence cases, robberies, murders, etc. etc.

Oh, there are plenty of gangs still around, mostly old farts that are dwindling in influence due to a decline of new recruits.

I've noticed, on the international side, a flurry of treaties being signed between nations.

The U.N. hasn't had a regular meeting in a while, but they hold one occasionally, I guess it's for appearance sake.

South Korea's leader just died of heart failure and his 22 year son has taken over; he has asked for talks with South Korea.

Talk is that there is a unification deal in the works.

I figure that the governments of the world will need to make the general public think that they are doing a great job of "Keeping The Peace". They know that they only have until the older military people are too old to fight, by that time they will need to get treaties ironed out and signed before the new "Non-Aggression Age" arrives.

I guess it's true what they say, {Old Guys Rule!}, for now anyway.

 

JEF --- 06-2015


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