
-Kendra
"Papaaa.." as a little boy Khanza ran around hugging his father. Major General Bakti Wiraguna and some of his troops stopped over last night to simply review the situation and conditions in the barracks. Although it has been eaten by age, but the stature and prestige of one of the most respected commanders in Indonesia still looks intimidating. His firm face instantly softened to see his only child running to embrace him.
"Papa.. Khanza kangen with Papa. Papa didn't say he wanted to come here" said the little princess who was now spoiled on his father's arm.
"Papa wants to surprise you. But even Papa who was surprised until here said the daughter Papa again came out. Not even back to everything."
"Ehehe. His name was also Papa's disaster. Then there is also Egi who nemenin Khanza."
"The musician can't be called. Fortunately, there were reports that the car you were riding broke down. So you don't have to search a city to find you."
Khanza only replied with an awkward smile while scratching his non-itchy head. After that he tried to divert the conversation and bring his father in, "Papa.. Khanza kangen egg fried rice made by Papa. Bikini yes, yes?"
"Udah Gedhe still asked for Papa's masakin. When are you going to cook for Papa?"
"The top of Papa's cooking. There is no both. Better than Michelin restaurants. Moreover, the food in the dormitory, huh bland."
"You're this.. If you tell Papa to be the most good" said the General pinching his son's adorable cheeks.
When he turned around, the view of the Major General briefly looked at me, I don't know what he had in mind. For a split second our eyes meet. At the time, I felt like he was judging me from end to end.
***
Today, the Major General will directly monitor routine military exercises that are always carried out by TNI members to hone their skills and foresight on the battlefield. Just like football players or badminton athletes who do not tirelessly train and continue to train, the NKRI security shield front guard must always be forged in order to become sharp, strong, steel, and not easily penetrated.
The training of the soldiers was very hard. Not only is it exhausting but it is also painful. There are various kinds of agility, ranging from physical processing to tactical fighting. Just imagine, running with a load of approximately twenty kilograms is the lightest. Not to mention if you have to crawl for hours in mud deposits, with a whirring bullet on the left right, or simulate the taming of bombs and mines. One of the most extreme is the simulation of the release of prisoners of war, because they must escape from enemy headquarters and be shot with the original bullet until they can actually escape. There is also a survival technique that is only equipped with a knife then released in the forest for weeks and must survive to an unspecified time limit.
Military training in Indonesia is famous as one of the quite harsh training. No wonder the index of Indonesian military power occupies the position of sixteen in the world. One level below Pakistan but superior to Israel and North Korea, even Australia.
It can be said that in the realm of Southeast Asia, the Indonesian military is the strongest. No other country on the southeastern side of the Asian continent is capable of occupying the top twenty of the world level except Indonesia. Although not as sophisticated as America, but the land, sea, and air defense equipment belonging to Indonesian soldiers is so fierce and capable. Plus the quality of its personnel who are able to give birth to elite units with a worldwide level, such as Denjaka, Satbravo, and Kopassus.
"Pak Bos's manhunt, it's ready in the field" Tristan said from behind the door.
I gave my subordinates a 'okay' signal before tidying up my blue uniform and picking up the SS-2 V-4 on the back wall of my desk. There may still be many who do not know, but the progress of military technology in this country began to develop rapidly. One of them is a flagship rifle made by the nation's children who are able to deliver Indonesia to win the general champion in the world shooting competition. This proves that Indonesian products are no less competitive with modern equipment in countries such as the United States, Britain, and France.
"Ganteng.." a scream of a woman who was none other than my girlfriend greeted me as soon as I went out into the field.
"Dooor" he continued directing the airsoftgun right into my heart. "Ups, I've got your heart baby"