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? |