I’ve never liked army’s life, except for some kind souls’ companion.
You put in your best and do what you can, even when you’re sick or injured. You stay back to do extra work alone while others give excuses to go off. You’re promised off to claim but suddenly they say everything’s cancelled. Once the phone rings, you’re told to move and carry heavy things alone, even when you know you’re not named every time.
Your injuries worsen but you continue to work. One day when you can’t hold it anymore, you finally sound out and the doctor wants you to go for appointments every week. Your x-ray result is out and there’s proof to indicate your problem but somehow your colleague starts rumour behind you though you’re still helping the team to carry things despites your medical status.
Army just isn’t the place for me.