oh we were fools to think it was all over.

The long march out of camp, the celebrations, the passing out ceremony that made history like the way our training did. Many firsts, the pride and glory of the unit which had been dipping over the years had reached a turning point, and we were the pivot. We knew we had it coming, but what came after was just startling.. Our bodies worn, we fueled on with a fire burning in our hearts. 

This is the start of something.. something of the very least. 

I rowed on and on till we finally reached our destination. It was not over. What did we just get ourselves into.. We didn't have a choice, with our fates cast in we arrived at a gate. A sign read. ' welcome to hell '

I thought to myself, there was nothing to be glorious about if a man fate isn't one he decided on his own. I just knew that I'd have to do whatever it takes to survive, and that is where I'll decide my own fate.