The morning of training start didn't quite hit me. ‏Well, ‏first of all, ‏I wasn't too happy about it, ‏and it felt just like going back to military school all over again. ‏Everybody walking around in their freshly ironed uniforms, ‏making the platform feel way too overcrowded. ‏Most of them younger than the old guard, ‏jolly and hyped over the perspective of becoming successful in the battlefield. ‏I felt like a clown coming into the central room, ‏with all my coworkers sitting behind their desks, ‏and asking for my first day's pass. ‏Sergeant Maes was literally laughing in my face, ‏along with Captain Stevens.
- ‏Hope you're gonna have fun, ‏Tarah ‎- ‏she winked at me, ‏while handing me the file. - ‏I hear your brother is entering training this year as well.
‏I nodded, ‏attempting to sustain a smiling face expression.
- ‏That's right.
- ‏He's a junior, ‏isn't he? - ‏Stevens stamped my card, ‏folded it in two parts, ‏then put it back into the pass holder.
- ‏Yes, ‏he's training to become a mandatory officer ‎- ‏I explained.
- ‏I've seen him in his mustard uniform earlier today. ‏Family tradition is still alive, ‏I see ‎- ‏Maes saluted me.
‏Half the room laughed and I smirked like I was just presented with a glue stick for my...