Chapter 8: My name is Matt.
I'm the youngest son of Sharra. She tried her best to talk me out of joining the warrior council. Even though I'm just a junior member and not entitled to vote or make any decisions, I love it. I can work my way up to a voting member, and maybe into the leadership.
I'm glad that my girl friend from college also decided to join the warrior council. We are scheduled to be married next week and already assigned to a warship. Our convoy leaves in two months.
We are eight years out and one of the benefits is that we get a six month leave to one of the habitats. We are only allowed to have two children on the warship. Our twin girls have never seen a live plant or fish. I already have my assignment on the habitat to the defense section.
The habitat defense force has no discipline. A third of them don't even report within the prescribed time limits when we call an alert. They are mainly civilians in uniform.
It's been two years here on the habitat and I've been promoted twice. We've had to tighten up our standards for enlistment into the warrior council. Only the best are allowed in.
I've been on this habitat for nine years now. Got promoted to captain on the same day my wife had her fourth set of twins. My oldest twins, both girls want to join the warrior council. One as a weapons specialist and the other as an engineer.
Both of my girls graduated today and were accepted by the warrior council. They start basic next week.
Today was graduation from advanced training for my girls. They came out number 2 & 3 in the class. Half a point separated them from the boy that was top of the class. Personally I think Suzzie would have beaten him out if she hadn't lost her temper and broke the hand to hand instructors arm. That demerit dropped her to third in the class. Those three are the cream of the crop and were way ahead of everyone else in their class.
* * *