| My
                                                              name is Private
                                                              Mandella. I am one of the
                                                              elite of the
                                                              Earth.  I
                                                              have an IQ over
                                                              150; I have
                                                              unusual health and
                                                              strength and I
                                                              have been
                                                              conscripted to
                                                              guard humanity
                                                              against the Tauran
                                                              menace on some
                                                              lonely outpost of
                                                              the galaxy. The catch is -
                                                              the only way to
                                                              get back home is
                                                              after a combat
                                                              tour, which
                                                              because of the
                                                              collapsar jump
                                                              could last a
                                                              century or
                                                              two.  That
                                                              won't matter, I'll
                                                              only be a few
                                                              months older, but
                                                              I won't recognise
                                                              the Earth I
                                                              left.  And,
                                                              of course, not
                                                              fitting in I won't
                                                              want to stay
                                                              there.  So
                                                              I'll
                                                              re-enlist. 
                                                              And when I return
                                                              as a veteran they
                                                              won't even speak
                                                              my language ... The army is my
                                                              home now. But that's what
                                                              they planned all
                                                              along wasn't it
                                                              ... wasn't it? |