"I still remember, the day before I enlisted, I and the squad leader of the province's top firefighting squadron, spent the whole night catching snakes."
— Top ten loyal guardians of the People's Armed Police, Yu Ming.
The next day, Fang Huai, dressed in his regular service uniform and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, walked into the Armed Forces Department Courtyard, carrying a briefcase and facing the slanted sun of the early morning.
Tall and handsome.
He had been on duty all night, yet he was brimming with energy.
It was only the empty left chest pocket that seemed odd without the service ribbon.
Service ribbons have to wait until graduation to be issued.
However, if one were issued now, it would probably be even stranger. The present Fang Huai would only have one stripe to wear on his ribbon, with the other side empty.
One year as a formal officer, Confucius wouldn't understand, Zhuangzi wouldn't understand, and neither would I.
"Captain! Captain Fang!"
