0300Z Defence HQ New Year Resolution

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I woke up to a bright winter morning in the room where I had woken up most my eighteen years. I just had had one of my one in every six weeks off. I lazed around and the had lunch with my parents. After that I got myself ready for my night job and headed out to the metro. In the metro people stared at me as usual. Since this was the age of Aquarius military uniforms were few and far between on the streets of the capital, especially on January 1. I grumbled over the fact the voyage took all of 15-20 minutes from door to door. I especially didn’t like the 200 m between the metro station and Defence HQ. That winter was COLD.

I entered the gate and flipped my ID to the unarmed civilian contractor security guard. I teased him a bit, to distract from the fact that my coat had me down as a Royal Mounted Lifeguard, which was true, sort of, and my jacket claimed that I was in the Signal Corps, which was true, sort of. What I really was, was SS.

- Hi, did you get the flag up on time today?
- I forgot to push the button at 9 exactly ONE time, just one!
- Well, you know, we can’t let the side down. There are three Warsaw Pact embassies within a 500 m radius.

I pulled open the imposing entrance door, well one of the two huge doors. No metal detectors or anything like that. Why bother, the walls were crammed with weapons anyway. Admittedly none younger than 1898 but you can kill someone very effectively with a halberd.

In front of me was man. There were only two men in the country that had that many over-sized stars on his shoulders and I had already come across the other one a couple of times while he still was the heir to the throne. Besides, I also recognized the highest-ranking officer in the defence forces from the Generals’ table in the corner of the canteen. The generals and admiral there got served and didn’t have to stand in the line like the rest of us. Very undemocratic. My own shoulders showed that my efforts had been successful: Private. I had worked very hard for that. The family tradition mandated that no one should have a higher military rank than my mother. She had been promoted to vice-corporal four weeks into her five-week military career in 1944. Not bad for a 17-year-old schoolgirl.

Anyway, the Defence CEO waited, holding up the inner door for me. Quite nice of him. Of course I didn’t salute. I’d never dream of doing that. For two reasons; we were discouraged to annoy the higher ranks (i.e. almost everybody there) and I had already taken off my cap so saluting would have been an insult.

I made my way to the very secret and closed chamber where I usually skulked. One of the most secret places in the building. Of course you let 18-year-old kids handle some of the most secret top secret information in the country. Right? Right! Oh, it was not all Top Secret stuff. Sometimes it was just getting more lightbulbs to our boys in uniform in the Middle East (the girls there might have put on uniforms but I never got that confirmed).

Having slept for a couple of hours at exactly 0100Z I was woken up at and my teammate hit the sack. I brought out the amazingly tasty government furnished sandwiches from the refrigerator, got myself a nice cup of tea. Switched on the TV set and made myself comfortable. By that time I was one of only two people awake in the entire Defence HQ.

As I was sitting there alone in the building (the other person awake was the civilian guard in the doghouse, er, guardhouse). I started to contemplate the meaning of life and all that. I also realised the power I could appropriate if I so wished.

Those thoughts led me to review so many aspects of life (and the meaning thereof). I made a New Year resolution. I also decided to act on that resolution immediately. I rose from the not really that comfortable chair and


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and that is how I made my momentous New Year resolution, how I implemented it and how the consequences thereof reverberated for years.

THE END

Oh shoot. Even if the story was posted within the time limits this time, after the censor has been there, there are not words enough to express the lack of words required for the contest. The TG part has been snipped as well. The story has already been removed from the contest!

Foiled, foiled again!

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Who? Me? Silly? :)

Can't imagine why you say that!

OMG

BarbieLee's picture

Dr. please be kind to her. She's one of our top SS spies and has been through a lot of life ending narrow escapes at times trading a bit of her soul to escape. Serving one's country can be akin to serving a cruel mistress, lots of pain and seldom any reward. Certainly no mention of the many times her own personal sacrifice brought home military and scientific data that led to the best brokered peace negotiations with our allies and terrorist nations.
Hugs Ms. StarLight..., I mean Bru, forgive me I didn't mean to out one of your many code names.
Barb
I'm going to go check on the goats. Samantha hinted she wanted one and there are several new babies.

Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl

Don't worry

The story isn't really autobiogriphal. I never was on duty at New Year.

So Samantha gets your goat while I get your pity?

Rules Committee

I've taken this up with the rules committee.

The rules committee consists of all the active member(s) of the contest's steering committee except Jo and Emma.

Since your story was abridged through governmental action, and all governments are works of fiction, the committee (me) has decided your story fits within the contest's guidelines.

Congratuations! You're in.

Jill

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

You are a wicked woman ;)

Whenever I try to pull your leg you yank mine.

Addendum: Does that make me the Yankee?

You're A Doddler (Dandy)

Which us better then a yanker.

Jill

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

You Got Your "W"s

joannebarbarella's picture

And your "Y"s mixed up again!

That's because

She's using a German/Polish keyboard. NO, sorry, that's Z and Y. And if you ever have seen Polish written ...

Actually, in this case isn't it the same thing regardless of W/Y?

failed?

i wouldn't go that far, you got me to read this didn't you?

I didn't fail, I was foiled

I didn't fail, I was foiled

Actually twice if you have a look at the comment above.

Perpetual State

Daphne Xu's picture

So very sorry, I was in a perpetual state of WTH-ness throughout the story, at least until I read about the New Year's Resolution and its implementation. That last bit, at least, made a certain amount of sense.

-- Daphne Xu

Should you get moving?

Perpetual motion (perpetuum mobile) should be worth a Nobel prize.

Dot was onto something when she called me silly.

Poor Bru

You know? I believe you! I'll vote for you if I will be allowed to vote.

Limited franchise

The franchise in this contest is more limited than that of papal conclaves (maximum 80) or even that of electing the Yang di-Pertuan Agong (9) so no luck this time.

But to paraphrase the words put into Evita's mouth. Don't cry for me BCTS.
The judges and I just have a fun little game going on. I'm afraid I'm losing though. But I'm man enough to take it. Wait? What did I just say?

Contest Voting

Bru - you've got this all wrong. Anyone can vote. "The people who cast the votes don't decide an election; the people who count the votes do."

So vote. Vote as often as you like. We believe in open voting.

Mwahahahaha!

Jill

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

Anyway

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Definitely!

I guess somebody censored my comment. But you got the message.

I got the message

but then I had the decryption key.

Slipping Through

Daphne Xu's picture

I saw this comment the first time, but for some reason or other, I missed the letters that slipped were allowed through.

-- Daphne Xu

Reminds me of a job description I used to have

Once upon a time one of my job tasks was to be the secretary in an interdivisional decision forum for a multinational company. I claimed that I was the one that decided what was decided.

Pithy

Emma Anne Tate's picture

Like those spiffy white helmets y’all used to wear, right?

Oops, forgot: you can’t say!

>>giggles!<<

Emma

No I can't, not really

Oh, all right. Since it's more than a hundred years ago I think I can divulge that we did use them, on a very small scale, in the colonies. But that was before my time.

My Dear Bru

Robertlouis's picture

I’d like to thank you for sharing with us this advanced synopsis of the sequel to the Grand Budapest Hotel, but Wes Anderson is going to be so pissed off when he finds out.

I’m SSuming this was written from the perspective of Saoirse Ronan’s character, right?

You probably have to kill me now. Oh dear.

☠️

Don't worry

It will be perfectly painless. You just go to sleep one night and ...

Successful at the rank of Private

Ha! Such wordplay made this entertaining. 1. I knew this was a Bru story. And, 2. In the header keywords section was ...Contest-Removed, so fun was expected and achieved. Were this considered in the contest, I vote it be in the penultimate place because it's too good for last place.

>>> Kay

I really did put a lot of effort into that.

Perhaps not for the stated reason but that was fun as well.
An unintended bonus of that effort was that I was able to live at home during my military service.