Here is my story! (I quote from Reziliazam)👇

I graduated from Secondary School, then I took the exams to become a student at Kuleli Military High School, but I was unaware of what being an officer meant. I thought that non-commissioned officers were higher ranks than officers due to the concepts of headliner and football player, and I did not know that our school aimed to train land officers for the Armed Forces. I had seen that no other profession was respected in the country other than pop singers and football players, and since I was confident in my athletic abilities, I decided to become a football player. At that time, I envied the famous Brazilian center forwards who hoarded a lot of banknotes and adorned the headlines of newspapers. My father, who lived a poor life, could not send me to school even if I was the champion of Turkey; he said that I would realize my dream of becoming a football player at Kuleli Military High School, which he called a free boarding school, I raised the World Cup in my imagination, I succeeded in the exams and entered the glorious high school. I started school dreaming of becoming a football player, but on the first anniversary of my first year, I learned the truth from a second lieutenant and I was helpless. My father could not have paid the large compensation requested for me to leave in a century, I continued my career with bitter enthusiasm, all my classmates are witnesses to my discouragement and reluctance. I enthusiastically left this profession, which I had entered with pleasure, in the third year of my captaincy. Neither you nor I can tell what happened during this period, because the pages would not be enough, and remembering all that pain would threaten my mental health and heart metabolism, and I would make the prosecutors work overtime.