“My First Day as a Para-Military Officer”

My First Day as a Para-Military Officer

The sun had barely risen when the whistle’s sharp cry tore through the morning silence. My uniform, still stiff and new, clung awkwardly to my skin as I stumbled out of the dormitory with the others. It was my first day as a para-military officer — the day I had waited for, yet the one I secretly feared.

The parade ground stretched before us like an open battlefield. Dust swirled around our boots, and the scent of fresh sweat mixed with morning dew filled the air. The commanding officer barked orders with a voice that could split stone, and for a moment, I wondered if I had made a mistake joining this life.

“Discipline, endurance, and loyalty!” he shouted.
Those words echoed through my chest like a drumbeat.

By noon, my arms ached from endless drills, my throat burned from shouting responses, but something inside me changed. Each step, each shout, each drop of sweat felt like a badge of honor. I was no longer a civilian — I was becoming part of something greater, something that demanded strength and sacrifice.

That evening, as we stood at attention under the setting sun, fatigue gave way to pride. My uniform no longer felt stiff; it felt earned. And in that moment, I knew — my journey had just begun.

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