Pete finally squeezed through the crowd, getting bumped several times on the shoulder, exhaled a white breath, and finally stood in front of the notice column.
On the column was posted the recruitment document for the Spring Aid Team, various positions listed clearly: construction team, craftsman, physician, apprentice, guard. Conditions, term, family allowances were all written plainly.
The command in the bottom row was simple and direct: go light up those still in darkness.
Pete stared at that sentence, his heart slightly tight, feeling like "Alright, it's my turn to do something now."
A registration booth was set up in the center of the square, with officials from the Department of Civil Affairs busy maintaining order.
The wooden sign indicated the queue classification, and Pete lined up in the logistics team.
Some around were shouting to cut in line, others complained about the crowding, until a scribe stepped out to calm the scene, restoring order.
