The History of an Evil CEO

Chapter Ⅲ War Mistake Part 1

Here I am and totally ready it seems that today, is going to be the first day At the military camp!!

I found it hard to believe that I was here, thousands of miles from everything I know, preparing for a war I've only read about in newspapers and seen on the evening news. The camp is a strange place, somehow lively and quiet, depending on the time of day. The sound of boots on gravel, the distant rumble of helicopters, and the constant hum of conversation fill the air, but there's always an underlying tension, a shared anxiety that hangs over us all.

Fortunately, I've always been accompanied at any given time by my faithful friend Matthew, who always tells me the same anecdotes, over and over again while we're here. And not only that, I also got to meet several famous people like John McCain,Chuck Norris or Pat Sajak

I try to prepare myself for what's to come, but the truth is that nothing in college could have prepared me for this. I joined out of a sense of duty to my father, a need to do something meaningful just like him, but now, as reality sets in, I wonder if I'm really prepared for what awaits me if I'm anything like him. There's a part of me that wants to stay behind, retreat to the safety of a classroom or a quiet, evening beach with Natalia by my side, but those thoughts don't belong here.

The days were filled with drills, training, and waiting. The heat is relentless, and I've come to know sweat as another friend, ever present, clinging to my skin. I've been pushing myself harder than ever. Maybe it's to prove something to myself, or maybe it's to drown out the doubts that creep in during the quieter moments. I can't afford to let fear get the better of me; I have to stay focused, for the sake of the people I know, or those around me as much as my own.

I've been thinking a lot about Natalia, my father, and Red. Their letters are a lifeline, a reminder of why I'm here and what awaits me if I return. I carry their photos with me, tucked inside my journal, something to hold on to when everything else seems uncertain.

For now, I have to keep my head clear and my mind alert. There is no room for doubt. When we go on the offensive, I need to be prepared for anything.

Whatever happens, I hope and just wanted to come out of this with my conscience intact and with stories that won't haunt me for the rest of my life.

And after so much the general told us to start the offensive, but finally we started to walk and walk and walk and keep walking, passing through several places, beautiful green meadows, Muddy swamps, Waterfalls, rivers and Jungles almost always, Until we reached a town I remember was quite destroyed and almost totally abandoned, so we decided to spend the night there