THEY SPILLED THEIR COFFEE AND CRUSHED BANANA PEELS AT MY FEET, LAUGHING AT THE OLD JANITOR. I STAYED SILENT BECAUSE I’D SURVIVED WORSE, BUT WHAT THE GENERAL REVEALED NEXT MADE THEIR FACES DRAIN WHITE.
They never see you when you’re holding a mop. At Westbridge Military Academy, I was just background noise—a ghost in a faded gray uniform pushing a cart through corridors filled with arrogance. The cadets strutted around like they were already carved into history, their boots polished and their egos sharper than any bayonet. They called…
