New recruits

Otto pov:

Today will be my marching parade. I am so glad I am now a member of the police of Germany (Altona police division in Hamburg). I can't wait to start chasing bad eggs out of Altona. 

"Ain't you going to attend the marching parade?" My mum asked.  I stay idle in bed, flipping a long tennis ball up to the ceiling of my room. 

One thing I love about my mum is that she always reminds me of important tasks ahead of me. That is one of the parental qualities my dad lacks.

I haven't seen that man this morning. My dad knew he was supposed to be present at my marching parade. He was nowhere to be found.

As I brushed my teeth, I recalled the memory of the beautiful damsel I saw in the streets of Altona. I can vividly remember her face, her pointed nose, and her blue eyes. I know she must be a girl of a high standard. Perhaps if I approached her in my uniform she would consider me.

" Are you ready?"  My mum asked.  She never disappointed, she was fully dressed.

" We should be there, so we can get a good view of things," She said. In the Altona police division, recruits were not given a uniform. Uniforms will be given during the match parade. I put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue Jean trousers.

My mum left my dad at home.  My dad is always fond of delaying important events. Today we didn't even wait to tell him we had gone.  We just left him.

The police barracks were filled with parents and their wards who were ready for induction into the German police.  Mum and I came a little bit late. So we sat at the back. 

Side by side, my mum sat close to me. I felt shy because I was the only one that sat with my parents in our rows of seats  . My mum wouldn't leave me. 

I could see medical personnel were also  present. I and my fellow recruits were then summoned by the inspector general of the police. I quickly followed my fellow policemen to the restroom where we changed our uniforms. 

I joined my fellow recruits and formed a line of 7 rows. We then march gallantly. 

"Help him ." Someone yelled from the crowd. 

One of us has fainted. I quickly bent down to give the young lad a cpr

" let me help you." A melodic voice sounded in my ear. I looked up to see who was talking.  I knew I knew this face.

" Have we met?" I asked the young lady who was now attending to the victim.  I knew I recognized this face. It was the girl I saved from the drunk driver. 

"So you are a nurse," I asked. I got no reply at all, she was just busy trying to revive the patient. 

"Bring him here, Aina."  A voice called. Now I know her name. I watched her and some other police officers took the young lad to a trampoline. 

I followed them, watching as they administered medicine to the young lad. I also watched Anna's face, it glowed like a moon in the twilight.  Occasionally, we had some eye contact and I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. 

I  left the trampoline to join the recruits.  The inspector General continued with the ceremony despite the unfortunate incident. 

After our names are officially registered as police officers in Germany.

I saw a smile all over my dearest mum's face, as I was dressed in a military outfit by the police inspector General. The thought of standing side by side with Aina is continuously in my mind.

The ceremony was fast coming to a close, and once again the inspector General came to the podium to give his closing speech. As he spoke, so eloquent and fast. 

" We were given a report from a local hunter in Klovensteen forest, of trioxide. " 

Everyone listened attentively as he gave his speech, from the explanation the I* said. I could see some strange occurrences in the forest of Klovensteen, and I knew neither the hunter nor the I* knew what truly happened.

A round of applause was awarded to the I* as he left the podium. I watched as everyone left for home. For me, I could leave. My life now belongs to the police barracks.

I watch  how tears rush slowly from my mum's face.

" I love you." She said. And hugged me

" Mum, I will be fine," I said. Removing myself from the hug that was taken all the time in the world.  We both walked to the gate of the police barracks. She wanted to come with me.  But she was prevented by the guards. 

" Madam, it's not visiting Time now."

My mum slowly turned back, with a very remorseful face. She walked out of the environment. I never knew my mum was so dearest to me. 

As I entered the building, the sound of radios crackling and phones ringing filled my ears. Officers rushed past me, their uniforms crisp and their expressions serious. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and ink, and the walls were lined with maps and charts.

The main room was dominated by a large desk, behind which a burly sergeant sat, his eyes darting over the reports and paperwork in front of him. Behind him, a bulletin board displayed a web of interconnected photos and notes, evidence of an ongoing investigation.

In one corner of the room, a group of detectives huddled together, poring over a pile of files and discussing their findings in hushed tones. Nearby, a young officer sat at a computer, typing furiously as he scanned through records and databases.

As I made my way through the barracks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and admiration for these dedicated men and women. They were the front line of justice, the guardians of the city, and their tireless work was a reminder of the important role that law enforcement played in keeping our society safe.

" Hello, are you Otto Philips? " 

" Yes, I am." I extended my hand as we shook.  I think this one is also part of the new police officer recruited. I can remember his face was present during the induction ceremony. 

" I saw your name on the list, we are in the same block." 

He introduced himself as Konrad Andre, and we both walked to block D. The building was painted blue. I was placed on the same floor ( 4 floors)as Konrad.  My room number was 44, while he was 43.

I couldn't sleep,  the noise all over the police barracks. I knew it was coming from the newly recruited men of the police.  The left-hand side of my room was turned into a mini-party.

Room number  45 was so noisy.  I got fed up and walked to the room.

"Please can you lower the volume," I said. 

I don't even remember introducing myself.  What I got in return was the door slamming in my face.  And the volume of the sound system increased more. 

This is just one day of life in the barracks for me, and it is becoming hellish. 

I wanted to report my complaint to a senior police officer, but I remember I didn't know the name of the perpetrator.  So I hold on.

 I looked at the ceiling of my room. I boiled in anger because I could not sleep and it was not my fault.  My noisy neighbor's room was not going to turn off or reduce the sound from his speakers any moment soon.

Finally, I closed my eyes, reminiscing on how the ceremony that happened yesterday went. How I was ignored by the tall beautiful damsel. I was lost in thought and slept off.