Hello peeps! I have decided to rewrite this story because I was reading the original the other day and I realized it sucked. It was rushed, sloppy, and horribly written. So with my new skillz, I will rewrite iJoin the Front Lines! Enjoy.
Sam's POV
We didn't even know what hit us. It destroyed half of Washington D.C., killing 58,000 people and the President of the United States. It was a bomb. On December 29, 2013, the Russian government secretly organized an attack on Washington D. an attempt to assassinate the President. It was a success. The new President immediately asked for a declaration of war which was approved. He then issued a draft to all young men and women ages 18 and above. It wasn't just a draft for the Army, it was a draft for the Navy, Air Force, and the Marines. A person was sorted based on physical readiness and strength. People with high marks were randomly selected by the USMC or the Army, people with lower marks were put into the Navy or the Air Force.
When the draft was issued Carly, Freddie, and I went to the selected unit to find out if we were staying or going. Carly's birthday was passed, Freddie's birthday was also passed, but mine wasn't. When they called out my birthday, Carly broke down into tears and Freddie's face turned to stone. I went up and accepted my duty to serve my country. They handed me a little slip of folded paper and told me strictly not to open it until I was home. We drove back to Carly's apartment in complete silence. Carly face was blotted with tears and runny make-up, Freddie stared straight ahead as he drove, and I looked out the window at the passing trees. When Carly unlocked her door, Spencer came out of his room with a hopeful look on his face.
"How'd it go…?" he said nervously. He stared straight at Carly waiting for her answer. She shook her head and Spencer let out a huge sigh of relief. He turned his gaze to Freddie who also shook his head. He grinned at me. I wordlessly dug into my pocket and held up the folded paper, causing Spencer's face to drain of color.
"W-Well it's gotta be the Air Force or something where you don't actually have to fight…Right?" Spencer squeaked. I held the paper close to me and prepared to open it. I could literally hear everybody's heart pumping madly as I pealed back the sticky layer. I stared at that one word for a very long time. I forced myself to look back up at my friends. Their gazes burned into my eyes as they waited anxiously for my mouth to open. Before I could speak out the answer, the door burst open and Mrs. Benson rushed into the room.
"Freddie! What happened! Are you going to war!" She shouted. Freddie ran to calm down his mother while reassuring her that he was staying in America. She gave a collective sigh of relief and sank down on the couch.
"What about you dear?" Mrs. Benson said to Carly who shook her head and bit her lip. Mrs. Benson's eyes flickered to my face and down to my hand where the open slip of paper was resting in my palm. A look of sorrow glazed over her eyes. "What branch?" she asked apologetically.
"The Marines." I replied.