"I've been in contact," he explained, "with the commandant of my old school and explained to him how much such an installation is needed here. I have brought a suitable tract of land outside the city, and a ship will arrive shortly, with donated materials to begin the project. In time, as my old school was, it will be self sufficient. All that we will need is some volunteer labor to begin the construction. There will be paid laborers but I think others should lend a hand to get the project underway. Then each cadet class can add to the buildings, as time goes on."
The major stared at the blueprints and models wide eyed. "What is this?" he asked.
"A solar power station," Samuel explained, "that will not only produce electricity and food, but will add fresh water to the drinking supply."
"I don't know what to say!" the major finally managed. "You offer us a wonderful gift! Of course I will arrange for my people to work and I will ask all the others for assistance. We will have the first crews here when the materials and laborers arrive."
"There's just one thing," Samuel continued, "it is a delicate matter, and I hope you understand. The first students, the first cadets should be the senior officers of all the militias. I do not question their bravery or, their skill, but most have no real knowledge of military procedure. Each command is half hearted, discipline is irregular, if not nonexistent. If all the militias are to be integrated back into a real army, their officers must have the skill to lead a real army."
Major Joseph stared at the model for a few moments, and nodded. "Again, your wisdom shows itself," he remarked, "and your courage to say what needs to be said is appreciated. All you say is true. I will set up scheduals, coordinate with the other leaders. Those you wish to be your first students, will be. If they resist they loose their place."
"Excellent!" Samuel praised, "Excellent! I'm very grateful. I want to get this well underway before my enlistment is concluded. It's hard to believe I have less than a year left, not too sure what I'm going to do with myself."
The major's eyes widened. "Yes! Of course!" he remarked, "Your enlistment! Excuse me! I must get to work on all this."
"Certainly!" Samuel agreed.
The next morning a car pulled into the yard. A smartly dressed Warlock got out. A few moments later Samuel's clerk ushered him into his office.
"I'm Warlock Day," the man announced, "office of recruitment. May we have a few words, commander?"
"Certainly!" Samuel agreed. "Do sit down, Warlock. What can I do for you?"

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