Jason Voorhees
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I recently found an old photo from the enrollment form that I had filled out on my first day while we were receiving our certificates and had our final passing out parade after completing three years in the army. It brought back memories of how happy I was on my first day, getting my ID photo taken for the army records. After passing the rigorous physical, written, and medical tests, I was among the handful of guys to get selected in my uni. I felt an immense sense of pride wearing the uniform for the first time as a cadet. I vividly remember calling my mum and telling her how I had made it in, walking around campus, feeling like I owned the place.
After the parade, my commanding officer personally thanked me for my service and told me I was one of the most hard working and sincere cadets he’d ever worked with. He also lecturerd me about how I had become too bulky and needed to shed some weight. He told me he knew about the high-paying offers I’d received from companies but told me that if I ever wanted to return to the army, they’d welcome me back with open arms. He said he’d love to see me in an officer’s uniform someday, maybe even as his commander in the Jatt regiment. We shared a farewell lunch, exchanged numbers. I gave him a last and final salute
before we left.
After the parade, my commanding officer personally thanked me for my service and told me I was one of the most hard working and sincere cadets he’d ever worked with. He also lecturerd me about how I had become too bulky and needed to shed some weight. He told me he knew about the high-paying offers I’d received from companies but told me that if I ever wanted to return to the army, they’d welcome me back with open arms. He said he’d love to see me in an officer’s uniform someday, maybe even as his commander in the Jatt regiment. We shared a farewell lunch, exchanged numbers. I gave him a last and final salute
before we left.
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