I used to think as a child what a soldier’s life is like. I took it for granted that it should be my bed of opposing roses, which was like hell because I had to go to school, complete homework, learn answers, attend exams and not have time to play.
On the other hand, I felt that a soldier has to move around in a smart green uniform with his gun. The problem is, many adults feel the same way, not realizing how wrong they are. Most people think it is like a regular 9 to 5 job but it is far from reality.
I used to tell my father that I also want to be an army officer like him. When he was asked, “Why did I want to become an army officer?” My answer was, “I will get a gun and a strong stick and with this, I will kill the bad guys.” My father used to laugh out loud at this.
Now I realize how wrong I was. The reality is, this is one of the most difficult work environments and certainly not a bed of roses. I came to know from the media about the working environment of the army but I soon came to know that it was half true.
The only way by which I could get real information was by talking to the real “military”. Fortunately, my father and some of his friends (who also served in the military) were willing to share their stories. They told me that their training days were tough because the new environment was quite different from the civilian environment they used to use. In civilian life, the 6 o’clock reporting time may mean 6.15 or even 6.30, but in the military, 6.00 o’clock means exactly 6.00 o’clock. My father and his colleagues were punished many times for being late. The punishment was usually quite difficult. Usually, it was running with full gear for miles or something like that.
After P.T in the morning, physical endurance training began and it continued for a few hours. The trainers were usually considered villains by the trainees. Once my father and his colleagues were denied water after a ten-mile run. His response was expected. He joked about the instructor back then.
After that, there were theory classes. It was evening time to play. Cadets played all types of sports including football, volleyball, basketball, etc. Dinner was a formal affair. He made a lot of friends there. Time passed by and my father’s training ended. He was posted in many places but had a posting which according to him was the most difficult. He also received a gallantry medal for that.
My father says that if you want a regular life then the army is not for you, but if you want to cross your limit where your life is a little bolder then you should join the army.