General Lizeth 5 Pt 1: Deserter

When you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

No one has a firmer hand than I do when it comes to discipline. I gave my subordinate one simple order. And what did she do? She let her little friend off the hook.

Fortunately, my instincts made me suspicious, and I decided to come back. They froze the moment they saw my imposing figure in full dress uniform, my gleaming insignia shining under the lights. The sound of my boots echoed throughout the classroom, and then everything fell silent.

Four words from me were enough to seal what was about to happen:

“DO NOT STAND UP,” I told the soldier who had failed to comply. “Your haircut is not finished yet.”

My eyes locked onto the person who had been ordered to shave the recruit's head. She had gone soft and allowed her to escape with hair still on her head.

Who, if not me, was going to carry out the order?

I commanded that every last strand be removed, but there was defiance. So I switched on the clippers and tore away a lock of hair myself.

When I order a head to be shaved, I am not joking.

SHAVE IT OFF!