"My dearest London, a crime is being perpetrated against European civilization."
Frederich Wagner checked his watch. Planes flew overhead non-stop now, performing reconnaissance and exercises. The calm voice of Father Dyson spoke from every communicator, telescreen, and speaker on the base, informing Frederich and his fellow soldiers of what is to come.
"A mongrel people from the east has crossed the Rubicon, cast the die, screamed fire in a crowded theater. However you want to think of it, the fact remains true. European civilization is under attack."
Frederich laced up his boots and grabbed his Zeper. You carried your Zeper everywhere; especially with the situation so tense. Soldiers joked about the coming war, but there had been something underneath the joking far from dread at the prospect, but relish. For Frederich and his countrymen, the coming war against the mongrel people to the east was one to show dedication to the fatherland.
"I am calling in the reserves, your brothers. I am running the factories 24/7. From these factories come the lifeblood of the coming war. From our facilities come the latest, newest, and most dangerous weapons of war man has ever seen."
Frederich walked across the base to where a mass of men waited. The Exo-Armory was in full-tilt trying to get the men in and our as fast as possible.
"I ask you London, will we sit by?"
Frederich reached the front of the line. Doctors ordered him to sit quickly. He did as he was told without question.
"Will we just watch?"
The syringe was in his spine before his mind registered the pain followed by bliss.
"Will we merely go to the UN?"
Every detail on the doctor's wrinkly face seem to jump out. Every sound became distinct. There was no longer a blob of voices, but hundreds of individual voices, all readable by the mind.
"England Expects-"
Frederich leap out of his chair and into the next room where his armor awaited.
"-every man-"
The powered armor fits like a glove. The heavenly feeling of strength, speed, and power afforded by it was indescribable...
"-to perform his duty."
Frederich stepped out of the armory through the back, Bayoneted Zeper prepared. To perform this task in the name Father and Country isn't merely work.
It is a privilege.