Joanna's charitable organization did not have branches covering the entire country. It only set up one office in each state's major city.
But that did not stop it from becoming a national charitable organization. With intervention from the military and the Department of Defense, applications for assistance from Joanna's charity were connected to the Veterans Club.
In other words, the Veterans Club could submit application reports to the charitable organization.
That afternoon, a man pushed open the door of the Veterans Club, his body covered in sweat.
The Federation had grown hot by now. Temperatures above thirty degrees were practically deadly for its people!
Moreover, the Veterans Club was some distance from the city center. Even if he took public transportation, he still had to walk a considerable distance.
Walking several miles under the blazing summer sun was certainly not a pleasant experience.
"Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"
The moment the man entered the club, the girl reading a magazine by the door hurriedly put it down and stood up.
She was called a girl, but she was actually twenty-seven or twenty-eight. It was only her style of dress that made her look younger.
She was a discharged female soldier.
The Feminist Organizations' campaign in previous years—"Women also have the right and duty to serve in the military"—had sent some hotheaded female soldiers into the army.
That was absolutely not good news for these women. After all, everything needed a process of development.
The military's facilities for women were inadequate, while the military itself was a violent institution that demanded absolute obedience and was even absolutely authoritarian.
It was easy to imagine what terrible troubles these female soldiers would face.
Never been violated?
Then you might have been a fake soldier! This situation had only gradually