Military Uniform

 Military Uniform

By EiroL EneleJ

 When I first entered this organization we were told to have a uniform. New upper, new lower, new garrison, new pistol belt and new bullcap. Every things new, like the people around me wearing the same uniform as I wear. There are other new things added in my life. Ahead of me are new experience and new environment to grow of.

What comes after this new phase is the in use phase. As I first wear my uniform it feels like I am possessed by another person. My aura change into something strong, powerful, mature, responsible and disciplined persona. It feels great.

On our first training while wearing this uniform we went to a place that looks deserted, lonely and scary wherein a part of it is forest like. Five minutes after, a bus arrive and a batch of cadets and cadettes showed up in front of us, intimidatingly face us.

A man wearing a uniform stands before us and lead us inside the gate in a straight line. When I cross the line separating the camp to the outside world that’s the time I felt that the uniform I wear and I become one.

I sweat, cried, felt the pain, felt scared, and became worn-out together with him. I meet other buddies, Sir and Ma’am wearing something like him. I’ve gone to training using him wherein he protected me in everyway he can.

After a year everyone that see’s me with him showed respect to us. I felt honored and proud of him. And happy for he has been a part of me in every experience that I have gathered and will always reside in my memory. The improvement that I had from the training that we had shared together. The camaraderie that is formed with our co-buddies and instructors while wearing him.

Years passed and finally we’ve gone to battle. I gladly share with him my life as we struggled and fight for what we have pledge, “security, freedom, oneness and peace”.

Until now, as I lay, I still wear him. Proud and honored that we had served our purpose and fulfilled our destiny together.