A Formal Army for the Birth of a Nation

Sascha was terrified, what were the odds he ended up in a world where this JUST happened? In his own world he had left the army and lived by himself since he brought shame upon his family and he couldn't belive he was back at the same moment.. Signing up for an army, again. He went up to sign and his whole body was shaking, this was how people like him ended up dying no doubt. His eyes went over the paper and felt his entire spine freezing over.. He couldn't read whatever it said on the form which made him almost pale as a corspe. What was he gonna do? Embaressed and dead on the inside he started to in a low voice speak to the guard. "Im sorry.. i cant read this language.. could you please type out Sascha Bach, 20, Destined for me?" He felt like he should just go dig his own grave by now then lay in it and starve to death. That way it would be very little work to just dump dirt on him and leave him be. Seamed like he could not escape no matter what he did or WHERE he ended up..