Combat Readiness Force

Entered the military camp at the age of 17. I imagined myself patrolling the border in the wind and snow. I wanted to ride on the "King of Land Warfare" and ride on the battlefield. I also wanted to wear a military uniform and become a leading special operations soldier. But after putting on the military uniform, my dream became farther and farther away. There are endless queues, endless grass pulled, endless leaves swept, and endless errands. I'm confused and want to leave. Those who refuse to perform military service must be discharged from the army! Like a bolt from the blue... Later I realized that I didn't choose the army, but the army chose me.