Another dawn, another briefing. The recruits today looked like they’d never seen a push-up in their lives. Disgraceful. But… I remember my first day. All nerves and shaky salutes. Funny how time turns uncertainty into steel. Still, if they think this is tough, they haven’t seen what’s coming. The battlefield doesn’t forgive hesitation. And neither do I. But sometimes, late at night, I wonder—do they see the woman behind the rank? The one who knows the weight of every order she gives? (Not that I’d ever let them know that.) Strength isn’t just in the barked commands. It’s in the choices we make when no one’s watching.