Chapter 164: Recruitment
Reflecting on the past, the kids realized that Frank's drastic change likely stemmed from his cancer diagnosis, knowing his time was limited.
A person who has lived recklessly for fifty years needs a significant shock to change, and cancer provided that.
The kids speculated on the reasons behind the transformation from the old "Frank" to the new one and concluded that it was due to his illness.
Though unaware of the full truth, their reasoning was close to reality.
Similarly, Walter, a diligent man working multiple jobs, turned to making drugs, and even committed murder, all because of his cancer diagnosis—actions he never would have imagined before.
Ian felt guilty for his past actions. That night, driven by anger, he acted impulsively, despite "Frank" having done many terrible things before without any retaliation from the kids.
Ian never expected that would be his last encounter with Frank.
"You really did nothing wrong. Let's not dwell on Frank. Let's talk about something happier," Monica comforted Ian, steering the conversation.
"You want to join the military and apply to West Point? That's wonderful! My son will be a soldier, a hero like Captain America!" Monica exclaimed.
"No, I can't get into West Point," Ian replied.
"Why not?" Monica asked, puzzled.
"West Point requires not only physical fitness but also strong academic performance, like trigonometry," Ian explained.
West Point isn't just any university; it's a world-class military academy, akin to MIT or Harvard, producing top military officers.
It's not about how far you can run or how well you can climb obstacles. Both physical and academic prowess are crucial, especially in subjects like math.
Modern warfare involves advanced technology, calculating missile trajectories, and more, all requiring mathematical skills.
Getting into West Point can be tougher than Harvard, demanding both brainpower and physical strength.
While Stephen Hawking could attend Harvard, he'd never pass West Point's physical tests unless he miraculously walked and jumped.
Ian had the physical ability but lagged academically.
"How are your trigonometry grades?" Monica inquired.
"C-," Ian admitted.
"That's great! You're passing!" Monica said excitedly.
"Passing isn't enough for West Point," Ian pointed out.
A C grade is roughly equivalent to a 60-70% score, barely passing. For West Point, a B+ or A is necessary.
"I see. Do you really want to join the military?" Monica asked.
"Absolutely," Ian affirmed.
"If you want to enlist, why waste time on exams? Let's go now," Monica suggested.
"What?" Ian was caught off guard as Monica pulled him along.
Monica led Ian to the recruitment office, similar to a local military induction center.
Posters adorned the walls, and a uniformed recruiter approached them.
"Have you traveled outside of Chicago? I've been all over the world with the military—croissants by the Eiffel Tower, pizza in Rome," the recruiter said.
"Other branches recruit here too, right?" Monica asked.
"Yes, ma'am. They're all here," the recruiter nodded, turning to Ian, "We'll train you, and after service, you'll find a great job as a hero."
"We need smart, strong young people like you. You're our future!" the recruiter encouraged Ian.
"Ian, which branch are you interested in? They have Navy, Air Force, Army here," Monica said.
"Join the Army. They have great traditions," the recruiter, clearly from the Army, nudged Ian to the Army's desk.
"Are you a U.S. citizen? Any criminal record? When did you graduate?" the recruiter asked, filling out a form.
"I haven't graduated yet," Ian replied.
"Still in high school? Come back after you graduate," the recruiter paused.
"What? Why?" Monica demanded.
"He needs a high school diploma. It's the rule, and he's still in school, not meeting the age requirement," the recruiter explained.
Though a high school diploma might seem minimal, it's a basic requirement. In America, having one shows basic literacy, while lacking it can equate to illiteracy.
That's why Frank encouraged Fiona to finish school, insisting on education.
"Screw the rules! Sign him up," Monica protested.
"Sorry, ma'am, rules are rules," the recruiter insisted.
"He wants to serve the country, be like Captain America!" Monica argued.
"Complete your education first," the recruiter repeated.
"Since when does joining the army require education? Are you sending him to study or fight terrorists? No wonder you can't win a war, cowards," Monica raged.
"Enough, Mom. Let's go," Ian intervened.
"No, we can't just leave!" Monica was agitated.
"Sorry," Ian gave an apologetic look, pulling Monica away.
(End of Chapter)