In my second year of service, I offended the company commander with one remark and was banished to the mess hall to raise pigs.
The whole company laughed and said I was finished. The commander waited for me to rot in the pigsty.
But they didn't know that the empty lot behind the pigsty was where I trained my body at four in the morning.
I fought my way back from pig keeper to combat squad, from leading female soldiers to serving as an acting military affairs adviser, and then left the military to become an office director at a state-owned enterprise.
It took me sixteen years to make that company commander see with his own eyes:
