07-23-2014, 08:59 PM
It was a surprising topic shift for him. Women were, usually, quite expressive and enjoyed to converse. It was a genetic thing, as he understood it; they were simply far more skilled at conveying information via the spoken word, while men were more...direct, less expressive. But she did not seem to be so inclined; it could be a quiet evening.
He chuckled quietly and nodded his understanding to her parents' opinion. South America had never been a safe place, and in the past few decades that had not improved much. Some regions fared better then others, but he suspected the CCD wasn't stationing troops on aid missions in the parts that were pleasant and safe.
"The police academy offered it's training for free, and was a guaranteed job. I am the eldest of four boys, and my mother, God bless her, did her best to do well by us, but times were tight on the Isle. So I joined the very day I turned 18 and a half. My pay check put my two surviving brothers through school, and kept a roof over my mother's head."
The details were matter of fact. There was no pride in the statement; he had done what had been his duty as the man of the house, and had never chucked that mantle since the moment he donned it.
"It was a few years after The Isles joined the CCD with the rest of Europe, so the economy was still pulling itself together. Luckily, it turned out I was quite well suited to the job."
The story of his life was, for the most part, public knowledge. There was little about him that was kept private. A person in his position needed to be an open book to the public; the man tasked to make sure corruption did not run rampant needed to be seen as someone with nothing to hide, after all.
He chuckled quietly and nodded his understanding to her parents' opinion. South America had never been a safe place, and in the past few decades that had not improved much. Some regions fared better then others, but he suspected the CCD wasn't stationing troops on aid missions in the parts that were pleasant and safe.
"The police academy offered it's training for free, and was a guaranteed job. I am the eldest of four boys, and my mother, God bless her, did her best to do well by us, but times were tight on the Isle. So I joined the very day I turned 18 and a half. My pay check put my two surviving brothers through school, and kept a roof over my mother's head."
The details were matter of fact. There was no pride in the statement; he had done what had been his duty as the man of the house, and had never chucked that mantle since the moment he donned it.
"It was a few years after The Isles joined the CCD with the rest of Europe, so the economy was still pulling itself together. Luckily, it turned out I was quite well suited to the job."
The story of his life was, for the most part, public knowledge. There was little about him that was kept private. A person in his position needed to be an open book to the public; the man tasked to make sure corruption did not run rampant needed to be seen as someone with nothing to hide, after all.