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I will reflect and think about how to avoid participating in the bloodshed. While I'm doing that, a local police officer will come with a couple of burly guys and offer me to pay my debt to the Motherland right here and now, or go to jail, because together they are stronger. I will agree, they will put me in a bus, then put me on a truck and send me to the front. The truck with me will be hit by enemy bombing, and everyone will die, but not me. I will only have both legs torn off, and during the operation, my right arm will be amputated. Then I will be sent home, to my mom, dad, and sister, and we will live happily ever after. We will win the war, by the way, but we will have to receive food rations for a couple of decades. Nothing, we will manage somehow.
While I was typing, I remembered that I have a "limited fitness" category and that my position states "computer operator," so, God willing, I might end up in headquarters and none of the above will happen.