Saturday, July 14, 2007
Class 2006 Our Story? (Reinventing the Steel ) part 2
Our first day was truly memorable. The summer sun was high and scorchingly hot, the wind seemed to be hiding. as early as 8 am, pints of sweat poured out from our bodies drenching us wet all over. As we lined ourselves in queue towards the mighty portals of the academy, happy memories of our family, friends and acquaintances flashed back before us... yet so far intangible. With our luggage in one hand and our hearts and memories in the other, we can lead ourselves in unison toward our dreams and aspirations. This marked the beginning of the new chapter of our lives.
Minutes later, names were called. With luggage over the head, and legs on the double, we fell in line where the coast and the sea meets, a line that delineates the free unruly boy from a regimented, disciplined midshipmen. We stoods like stanchion posts in accordance to our designated companies. We were prohibited to make any movement not even to scratch an itchy nose.
The chronometer ticked and our muscles were growing stiff. Some fell to there feet while others quit before they fell, The attention of such ordeals leads many to the brink of early resignation. Only the strong hearted and determined remained. For weak hearts and flesh don't exist where undaunted spirits dwell.
to be continue....
