2 years
ago, some trousers and skirts walked into an unholy abode. They were met with
different rules and stringent instructions that they must obey.
Each of
them came for the Ultimate search of the treasure that lies behind a 4yrs journey.
On arrival,
they were asked to enter a concentration camp, where they would pass through
different stages of screening and tests that would qualify them for the 4yrs
journey.
In all,
they were nothing less than 300, but only 30 or less would make it out of the
camp alive. In bits and stages, they would be grilled, nurtured and tortured,
and like Gold, the best shall make it.
Many had to
quit, even before the training began, for them they can't stand the pain of the
tongue torture they got from their trainees, who painted it on their faces,
that they were rejected sums; they always told them how difficult it was to
make it out of the camp alive.
They
instilled fear into these gents and ladies, making them think that they might
be wasting time and resources for the 2yrs that they would be in camp.
Countless
times, they were told of how their names were written in pencils and how they
can be erased if they failed to live up to expected standards.
By, the end
of the 1st year, many had collapsed and dropped aside, some still had hope for
the future, but after seeing the results of the first eventful year, their
hopes were replaced with despair, and they picked their belongings and left for
home.
The number
that was once 300, reduced abysmally to 150 or thereabout. Some are still in
the camp, with little hope of making it out alive.
Few days
ago, the commandant came to speak to her people, she advised them to work
harder, and that if they impressed her, she would do all in her power to make
sure that a reasonable number made it out of the camp into the 4yrs journey.
The hopes
of these tired soldiers were again lifted.
Like sand,
they have been trampled upon, wasting money and precious time to attend the
lessons that never held. Nobody regards them because they are still in the
concentration camp.
But these
soldiers believed in themselves, they stayed together, made friends, fell in
love, had sex, betrayed themselves, broke hearts studied and waited patiently
for the worse.
Few months
from now, there camping would be over, and few would crossover. Then shall they
realize the bond that had held them for these 2yrs.
Many of
them would cry on that last day, after the final screening. They would cry
because they know that not all would make it, the friends they've made may
leave, and they would take a joyful but emotional picture to remind them of the
memories they shared.
These
people are soldiers, and they deserve the best of treatment, no matter the
level of program. They are humans, they are students. Many of them are my
friends.
That moment
would come when they would have to say bye, when they would hug and not feel
like letting go. When, their lips will stick in kiss, because that may be their
last.
***Feel
like Crying***
I would be
waiting for you with open arms of congratulatory embrace at the other side. I
am sure your flight is booked already. Safe Journey to the Best side
Augustus
Bill
©2015
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