Love Story of a Female Sailor
Don't eat bones, man

After we lined up per platoon, we finally set off for the Hajj dormitory using AL trucks, a journey of approximately 45 minutes finally arrived. We marched back with very close supervision, then we were told to store our goods into the barracks that had been determined.

again cool stuff, suddenly outside the sound of sirens and senior screams, "flat catir let's quickly line up in the field, the count of 10 must be neat, one. two... three...." heard that I immediately ran out of the barracks towards the field.lucky I did not take off my clothes and shoes so I still use the PDL (field service clothes) complete, complete, because most catir have opened the PDL, so they are not fog using it again.

Congratulations me, count to nine I have lined up neatly, but still not happy because my friends are many who have not reached the field. surely all can be punished again this, my mind inward.

Sure enough, the late catar catir was told to come forward in front of them to be yelled at and in the law, the catar was told the push-up catir was told to bend, we were told to separate the lines between the catar and the catir.

"you paint catir keple, ele-elean...we tell you to taro goods, not to rest, why do not you guys go straight back to the field? don't you guys understand that yet? then let us make you understand how you can be a responsive paint catapult!" said senior Ade Millar who is very fierce and most often punishes us.

"Take the position on the stomach" senior order Ade Milar. We followed his orders on his stomach on the field. "roll towards the left" his orders again, we also rolled to the left. "roll to the right" he orders again, he again, we always follow everything we are told because there are so many seniors and seniors watching us, my head has started to feel dizzy because it keeps rolling around, I think my friends have felt the same way, because our rolls are no longer controlled, there are legs that hit my head my feet also hit my friend's head, we also collided a lot.

"Hey you dul, who told you to stop? don't eat your friend's bones! do you want me to put the roll forward alone here?" shouted the other senior while pointing at one of the catars.

The plate was told to go forward, yelled and told to roll itself in front, "you hear, this is for example if you eat a friend's bones, I would not like it if there is a catar like this, for example, if one is wrong then all must bear it, in order for your corsa soul to grow, do not eat the bones of friends like him, if there are still some of you who dare to eat the bones of friends, I make sure your learning will be more than this, you may hate us, but remember one day you will thank us, because we will never stop until you succeed in forging you into a prospective cadet with a thick steel and high corsa spirit to face the real world after you graduate from here" senior Opik said fiery, because he is the current battalion commander (Danyon).

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**The soul of the corsa is a military concept of the consciousness of an individual in a corps, who has a feeling of unity, of usability, of love and togetherness within.

Don't eat a friend's bones means don't harm or sacrifice a friend for personal gain**.

A battalion is a military unit consisting of several companies.