CHAPTER 8
Following the colonel’s briefing, they led us to the company’s training centre where I expected to find us thrown into a mix of marching, weapons drills, tactics, survival techniques, and standard indoctrination about the enemy that looked forward to killing us. Although I was right about the content, I had no idea about the process.
They led us, platoon by platoon, into rooms with these egg-shaped stations they referred to as ‘Rigs.’ They handed us each a set of one-piece body suits, sent us into locker rooms, and ordered us to get changed. Although the body suits looked personalised to each of us based on body weight and height, it was still a squeeze to get into mine. When I did, it felt strangely snug and warm, like having an extra layer of skin on. As everyone else did, I
