ROCT

One morning my alarm rang at an unusual time: 4 o‘clock in the morning. I was shocked and confused. I forgot why I set my alarm in this hour then, I heard a familiar loud and hard foot steps - combat boots. The sound of combat boots hitting the floor as a cadet jogs to exit his haven and to face his weekly battle reminded me why I set my little ringing device to wake me up early - it was Sunday and because it is Sunday, then it is also my most dreaded day which is ROTC day.

I wasn’t used to waking up early but I really need to. I already had two consecutive absences and if I wont show up this time, they will surely drop me on this subject. I had no choice but to stand up straight and courageous enough to face the wrath of the cold water. After two hours of fighting the urge to go back to bed and sleep like a baby, I was finally ready to face my real battle for the day.

When I arrived at the place where we, students who took ROTC, are sentenced, I was scared. The ground is covered with water and I am sure that they will let us get soaked in water and I was right. It was a very dreadful experience that I wished that I didn’t come instead or I should have came in late. It was unfair because the late comers didn’t had the chance to soak their feet in the dirty and smell water.