"Name?"

"Ralph Wreckim."

"Age?"

"Uh, 20,"

"Gender?"

Ralph glares at the bald man copying down his information. Feeling his nails clench into his palms, he sighed. The middle aged man at the desk lazily lifted his head. He gave the tall, young man a careless look.

"Gender?" He asks again, this time with more sarcasm dripping from his words, "look pal, I don't have all day."

After swallowing his pride, Ralph answers. He did have the liberty to snatch the clipboard filled with paperwork from the "old guy" and mildly stomp to one of the nearby benches. With a face as red as his old jacket, he started filling out the entry forms to his torturous future.

It was eerily silent in the small office. Only the simultaneous ring of a telephone gave him pangs of concern. For an army that was supposed to be so "high maintenance", they weren't so skilled when it came to interior design. There were only a few benches and couches dotted in the corners of the room and the one desk in the back. The entire place was painted a sick, mucus green. While each of the walls were dotted with propaganda posters and the recognizable Nazi flag. It's vibrant red stripes gave a hint of its importance and the black "x" symbol signaled who he was dealing with.

A jolt of queasiness slithers through Ralph's body like a snake. His large pale hands scratch the back of his neck uneasily. His mind racing with many thoughts of reason and regret. His dark eyes glance down to his half finished papers. With a heavy groan, the tall male grips the flimsy clipboard with thought.

As the 20 year old ponders, another chime can be heard from the front door. Light footsteps beat across the wooden floors as they approach the front desk. The same old man looked up.

"I'm here to register as a new recruit," said a smooth, almost teenager like, voice.

"Name?"

"Rancis Fluggs."

"Fluggs, huh? Like General Waldo Fluggs?" The old man actually starts to smile, "You must be his son. Nice to have you on board. Age?"

"I just turned 19 last month."

"Gender?"

Rancis paused, "Do they really make you ask that?"

"You have no clue what type of people make their way into here."

Ralph rolled his eyes. His brown eyes gazed back to the nearly finished papers. Remembering his previous nervousness that was now returning to him.

Joining the army wasn't the best decision for him to make. Especially with the war that the world was in now. He thought of just ripping his entry forms and leaving while he still had the chance. That way, he could avoid any later death that would most likely come to him.

As Ralph's mind raced, he felt the bench creak with the new weight that it was now supporting. He knew it was the teenage boy that had just walked in, and couldn't help but look at the kid who may just be his partner.

Rancis was pretty tall, but not as tall as Ralph, of course. Probably only shorter by a couple of inches. His skin was a scarless, pale shade. As if he had never been scratched a day in his life. The thick, curly, golden locks cascading over his baby blue eyes gave off the sense of his youth. He looked like the perfect child that any parent would be proud to have. Why would a kid like that want to join something as gut-wrenching as the German Military?

Ralph was just about to finish the last of his papers when he saw Rancis place his pen down. The blonde sorted his work and finally decided to read it over. Not seeming to notice the large man next to him.

Though the smaller boy seemed caught up with his entry, he would turn his head once in a while. Taking in Ralph's large, burly figure.

"So...er... what are you here for," Rancis asked hesitantly, trying to start a decent conversation.

Ralph shrugged, "Got nothing else better to do."

Ralph knew that his statement was a blatant lie, but he didn't feel like sharing his sob story with some guy he doesn't know. He's not social like that. If anything, he's against being social just to spare his own emotions.

"My dad was a general and ran a few concentration camps. I wanted to be just like him when I was a kid. Now I can rid the world of those little rats who call themselves Jews," the blonde snickered.

Ralph cracked a little laugh and smiled. Though he didn't have anything against Jewish folk, and wasn't as discriminative as Rancis was, he started to like him. He was probably the first friend the 20 year old had made in a long time. If he's lucky, they'll both be paired together at the same camp or ghetto.

The two men finished the last of their paper work and handed it to the bald man at the front desk. After looking over the packets a couple of times, he shrugged.

"Well boys, you two look like you have the "appropriate backgrounds" to being soldiers. Lucky for you, Sergeant Calhoun is looking for new recruits to be on her team. I'll give her a call and you can start later this evening. She's taking the Jews from the Plexburg ghetto to the Modvia camp," the old man stood tall and raised his hand outward, " You are dismissed. Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler," the two males repeated in unison.

For once in his life, Ralph finally felt like he was in a place where he belonged.