My Counsellor Mocked My Hero Dad, I Brought the Army

During military training, I took leave to attend my father’s memorial service. I had been awaiting this day, eager to honor him properly. However, it proved to be more complicated than I anticipated.

My counsellor, Ms. Cheryl Lawson, a flirtatious woman who seemed to have no respect for anyone but herself, grabbed my leave request and ripped it up without a second thought. The pieces fluttered down around me like confetti, but they were nothing to celebrate.

“If your dad’s dead, will going back bring him back to life?” she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery.