Part of the officers’ corps who trained the Model platoon, I was clad in a military uniform, proud and eager to be identified with the winning group. As head of the Cadet Officers’ Candidates Course, I shared part of the responsibility of molding our incoming replacements.
Cadet Colonel was but a ceremonial rank but it was precious to my self confidence. It brought me respect from individuals who never knew me before. And, I returned it back with dedication to my duty.
Before the drills competition came to a close, a lovely creature caught my attention. It was no secret I liked her so one of my enterprising cadet trainee got me a photo of her. I could not hide my excitement that I automatically told him, he’d pass the course.
A few months later, when we celebrated our school fair, girls from other schools were allowed inside the premises to mingle with the boys. I saw her once more, lovelier than the last time I saw her.
“How are you? It’s been a while . I never thought you’ll come back.”
Her smiling face had not lost its magic on me. Like the Mona Lisa smile, there’s a mystery hidden within.
“Remember me? I think you do.”
She was speechless. I bet she was also excited to see me.
“Can I invite you out? My treat. Anywhere you want.”
“Yes, that would be great. I love men who talk to me personally.”
Something was wrong. I never imagined her voice sounded masculine. I turned around and found out I was not mistaken.
“You should go to her instead of talking to her photo. That’s a waste of saliva.”
Mind reader would not get off my back. He was always at the right place and at the right time.
“I could give you a demotion if you tell this to others,” I warned.
“My mouth is shut, sir, Cadet Colonel,” he saluted obliquely.