Causo

 . MILITARY MEDICAL EXAMINATION CENTER – MORNING

Leonardo Rizzo stands in line with a dozen other young men in a sterile, windowless building. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead. All the guys are in nothing but white briefs, each one clinging to a thin illusion of dignity.

LEONARDO (V.O.)
This was it. The draft board had called, and here I was. Half-naked in a line of strangers, pretending this was normal. God, I didn’t want to be here.

The line moves forward. They pass metal lockers and are herded into a large examination room. A cold draft seeps through the vents, making the white tile floor feel like ice against bare feet.

A stern-looking military SERGEANT stands by a clipboard.

SERGEANT
Next eight — to the tables. Let’s go! Line up! Toes on the yellow line!

Leonardo steps into the room with seven others, stopping just at the thick yellow line painted across the floor. Two metal exam tables stand before them. On each side, a military doctor in a white coat waits, gloves already on.

DOCTOR 1 (without looking up)
Drop your drawers.

A moment of hesitation. Leonardo glances sideways. Nobody wants to be first. Then, like a silent agreement, they all comply. The room fills with the quiet rustling of elastic. Briefs hit the floor.

LEONARDO (V.O.)
My hands trembled. Was this happening? Eight of us, naked like cattle. I didn't know what was worse — being exposed, or seeing the four bare asses across from me.

DOCTOR 2
Bend over. Arms on the table.

The guys lean forward. Leonardo places his hands on the cold metal, feeling the chill shoot up his arms. His back arches instinctively as he bends.

LEONARDO (V.O.)
Jesus. This is humiliating. What kind of country does this to its kids?

DOCTOR 1 (moving down the line)
Let’s go. Quick checks.

He starts with the guy to Leonardo's left — a lanky redhead who flinches slightly.

DOCTOR 1
Okay.

He moves to Leonardo, spreads his cheeks, gives a cursory look.

DOCTOR 1
Okay.

LEONARDO (V.O.)
My face burned. It was quick, but still—there’s no going back from that.

At the end of the line, Doctor 1 finishes his last check and gives the guy a light slap on the rear.

DOCTOR 1
Okay! Next group!

Leonardo straightens up immediately, pulling his briefs on with a speed he didn’t know he had.

LEONARDO (V.O.)
I thought the worst was over. But this? This was the low point. They saw everything. I saw everything. We were just numbers now. Next group. Like it meant nothing.

The boys file out as the next group of eight is already walking in, wide-eyed and nervous.

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