The Recruit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2019

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The Recruit

By John Alan Negich

 

March, as always, was a cold, gray and dirty month in Pittsburgh. I continued struggling to simply survive and it was apparent that living on the street certainly held no future for me.

 

I remember the day distinctly. I was rummaging through a trash can when suddenly out of nowhere I felt a firm hand touch my shoulder.

 

“Hey kid, are you really that hungry that you would eat out of a trash can?”

 

“You know mister, I am that hungry. This hasn’t been my best week as you can see,”

 

We went to Weinstein’s Deli where he bought me two glazed donuts and a tall glass of milk.

 

He was a recruiter for the United States Army and a convincing smooth talker who painted the picture of how I could be of service to my country and how the Army would save me from my present dire situation.

 

Anything sounded better than living on the street. So, I joined the Army. I threw everything I owned into my backpack, and headed to the train station. As I stepped onto the train I breathed a huge sigh of relief and prayed for the best.


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