It was the first day of the field trip, yet he had already imparted a lesson to everyone.
Several new recruits who initially anticipated a leisurely journey through the mountains and rivers quickly abandoned this notion in their minds.
Fear gripped them to their core.
Explosions and gunfire resounded around them.
And this was just the beginning.
Four more days and three nights lay ahead.
The road stretched long, shrouded in uncertainty.
Once breakfast concluded, they were granted half an hour to rest.
Of course, it wasn't genuine rest time. It was an opportunity to reflect on the aftermath.
Each recruit retrieved a notebook and pen from their bags, sat down, wrote on their knees, and later handed their reflections to the class monitor, who would then pass them on to the instructor.
Of course, during this time, they could also change into fresh pants if desired.
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