Diary,
I have to be cruel to be kind. Sure they’re men, but are they real men? I might ask them that tomorrow as they in my knowledge will not be men until they’ve faced what I’ve faced. Until they’ve seen the blood the gore and the guilt, as good men slip away like ants. My men so young, yet so tough they took the punishments today but what will it be like out there, when its life or death. Will they stand tall and do me proud? Today, when I spoke they listened but they always do. Did they understand what I meant when I said “one false move will kill, one late reaction will put you in the grave”? They’re young oh so young, but there here, they want this; to stand for the country to make things right. They were under my wing once, but now they’re free, ready to fly, like little birds they are now ready for flight. The structure of today’s drill was as follows:
-Torture, the same torture they will face in the war. The anguish of losing men or life.
- Struggle, the same struggle they will face to stay alive.
- Brotherhood, I said to my men; “You’ll leave with this knowledge, it will help so listen up. From this moment, this very significant moment onwards you are no longer men about to depart for war, no you are brothers. Do for each other what you would do for a brother, as he is now your brother and you are now his brother. You are now brothers at war”. Last two hours of the drill was unexplainable, true men together, true brothers in each other’s arm. As they come together it was as if they could concur the world together no matter what circumstance, they stood proud together and said “war here we come”.
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