I WAS about 15, in my third year of high school, when some of us — a few hundred in fact — trained to become an officer in our high school Citizen Army Training (CAT). When the bell rings, we would sprint from our chemistry class to fall into formation in the schoolyard.
That summer, we started our basic training. We began by jogging before the crack of dawn at the airport strip. We learned to shoot, move and navigate by reading maps. We learned military drills and ceremonies, but more importantly, discipline, leadership and service.
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