The Army; A mosaic of people, ideas, personalities.
Being a Soldier means going to sleep at the same time every day, waking up at the same time, eating thinking even getting drunk at the same time, day after day.People with different lives. Lives that each one has to give up at the gate of the camp. The only think that remains alive after this metamorphosis of the civilian into soldier is the "¨human face"".
This was what actually moved my interest from the first minute that I, myself , crossed the gate of the camp.
The faces of the people that I had the chance to meet through-out this eighteen-month training period.