Shire walked out of the officer's club with his guards, ready to leave, when he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.
"General, General!" The person's voice was deep.
Shire stopped and turned back, the guards already alert, had taken the rifles off their shoulders and held them in their hands.
Shire focused his gaze, it was the young major who had analyzed his tactics.
"Can I talk to you, General?" The young major's face was eager: "It won't take up too much of your time!"
Shire nodded, signaling the guards to let him through.
The young major sighed in relief, stepped forward and stated his purpose: "I hope to be transferred to your troops to fight, General. Specifically, I hope to join your armored or mechanized units, even as a soldier."
"Why?" Shire asked back.
A major wanting to be a soldier? That required considerable courage, especially on a battlefield with such high mortality rates.
