NOW, YOUR SUFFERING CONTINUES….
“Hey, kopa, come out here”
The platoon inspector said in an unfriendly voice, standing before the early morning formation of Platoon 3 corp members.
My heart missed a beat. He had not pointed at anybody, just his eyes fixed on someone there, but I had this uncomfortable feeling that it was me he was staring at, even though i wasn’t sure what my offense would have been.
“Come out here..you know yaself..you know I am talking to you..you know what you did”
What sort of trick was this man playing? I thought to myself, still feeling his burning eyes on me, my heart in my mouth.
I turned my eyes cautiously to look at the corp member to my right. She was a plumpy lady in an ill fitted corper uniform, the likes you see often in camp and you just want to roll on the floor, laughing uncontrollably.
“Last warning..come out NOW!!!”
Who was going to bail us out? The formation started to go up in soft murmurs. Corp members turning to look at each other with accusatory eyes.
We all knew the kind of dust this soldiers like to raise at the slightest provocations sometimes, and as such,nobody wanted to play into their hands.
An unlucky corp member would be asked to do extra rounds of press up, or some demeaning activity like a frog jump.
I was only grateful that it was soon to be our last parade.
“Okay. Silence! I’ll fish out the offender!”
The commandant said, and started to move into the assemblage.
He was a tall, muscularly built man with receding hair and deep unfriendly eyes. The presence of him in his soldier uniform was enough to inspire fear.
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