He pushed open the door and shouted "Am I too late? Can I still sign up?".
The old man seated at the recrutment desk looked up at Charles with a smirk, "I've never seen anyone so exited to be shipped of to war."
Chareles choked on mis breath laughing, "Yeah, sure."
"Anyway," the recrutment officer said with a more serious tone "if you want to sign up your either going to have to sign this or if you've already signed up just tell me your name and I'll look for the paperwork."
"I think I signed up before." Chareles replied.
"Then what's your name son?" The recrutment officer said.
"Oh, sorry, my names is Chareles, Chareles The Hedghog." Chareles said with an apology.
"Hey there Chareles, my name is George." he said searching for something in the mess that is his desk. "Well then wait here for a moment while I find your paperwork." Chareles had a second to wait and look around the room, it was a musty rotting box that smeld strongly of sweat. He started to regret signing into the army, he started thinking of living in this rotting box for a month until one day they're all sent to die to the Nazis. Then he thought of the horrers of the nazis and decided for it.
"If I don't stop the Nazis who will!" he mumbled with a strong sence of British patriotism rushing through him.
"That's the spirit!" Goerge said, "Anyway, I found your paperwork and you just need to take these papers and head over there. Tally-ho!" Charles took the papers and did as he was told.
He was taking his first steps into war.