Creative Writing: Joining The Army

"Now Dalton," The military commander said I know you want to be in son, but I can not have you join the military in this condition."
"Come on commander, I have been trying to get a job and I've really work hard for this," Dalton replied.
"I'm sorry Dalton, but until you become strong like our men, we will not assign you to the military," the commander explained.
"But-" Dalton said sobbing inside for not saying it.
"No buts," said the commander.
As Dalton walked away he felt like he was pushed into a hole of depression, trying to figure up a way to join the military. Dalton walked down the street (patting his pocket-knife for security) to go see his drunk friend.
"Hey Johnny," Dalton said with a sad monotone voice "I did not get accepted."
"Ahhh, it's alright bud," Johnny replied, as he swishes his beer.
"Good to have a friend that seems to care," Dalton explained "and look, I know that you got kicked and all, but it would really help me if you can be a little more supportive."
"Fine, why did they not accept you?" Johnny questioned.
Dalton said "Well it seems that they fathomed my height and my skills, but they said they thought I was a branch of a tree towards my weight. They want muscular men that are fit for the army. So John, that is what I am going to do, go talk to Easton about
it, to fix this 'problem.'"
"Well alright then Dalton, do what you’ve got to do." Johnny said with a supportive tone.
"Thanks John." Dalton said as he walked away.
The streets looked familiar to Dalton as he once had an incident here that led him to have his pocket-knife.
Dalton always liked the pocket knife as he looked at it through the window of the market as a child. He liked the pocket knife so much that he tried to steal it but did not get far as a young military officer named Easton grabbed him by the shoulders and taught him the biggest lesson of his life. Easton was the one who bought the pocket knife for Dalton as a child, so that is why Dalton admires Easton and the pocketknife. Dalton came up on the street near the military base where Easton and Dalton always meet. Luckily Dalton found Easton there waiting
already.
"H-Hey Easton, how are you doing," Dalton said to Easton.
"Oh, hey kid," Easton replied in a subtle voice "what have you been up to," smiling happily.
"Nothing much, but I did not get accepted, I tried really hard to but it did not happen," Dalton explained.
"Well it's alright kid," Easton replied with sincerity "last night I found some old rusty equipment near the train yard. That was actually the equipment that helped me train, but now its just a pile of waste that hasn't been used in a while. I'll train you tomorrow, alright kid."
"Really, thank you!" Dalton said.
When Dalton woke up for his first day of training, Easton dragged him out of bed like pushing a bolder. He worked with him the start of the day to the end of the night. This went on until the end of the month when Dalton decided to ask the commander. Before Dalton could consult the commander, he tracked down Dalton and asked him personally if he was willing to join the military. The following morning Dalton woke up to be a hero.