I have to get a good photo of myself, answer one question, provide two references...
I'M FINALLY (almost) DONE! ! !
Right when I'm rejoicing, of course, I recall the psychological testing and evaluation and the physical that's next.
Did you see them going off to fight? Children of the barricade that didn't last the night. They were schoolboys, never held a gun, Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun. Where's that new world now the fighting's done?