I had a brief fling with discipline as sergeant with the Army division of the National Cadet Corp in school.
The commanding officer was a man whose full force I felt on the cheek of my face only once.
It was enough to wake me up and remind me that life is about more than the mores.
Butt, barrel, bayonet, brasso, beret… matter.
Most of all, family, nation and your platoon are worth dying for.
Maybe he should have slapped me a few more times.
For Harold Sir from St Vincent’s High School, usually, once was enough.
Thank-you, Sir.
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