The soldiers began to laugh at the girl’s scars until the general came and told them the terrible truth 😱😱
At the military base, where until recently only men had served, the appearance of a girl caused a storm of emotions. At first — contempt. The soldiers whispered among themselves: “the weaker sex,” “what kind of soldier could she be,” “she won’t last here long.” Gradually, this turned into open mockery: sometimes they wouldn’t let her near heavy exercises, sometimes they joked that she was only good for “pouring tea.”
Every day became a test. The soldiers constantly mocked her. “Get a uniform a size smaller — maybe you’ll run faster,” some teased. Others made snide remarks when she joined them for training: “Careful, don’t fall, or you’ll break another nail.”
And then one day, in the locker room, as the girl was changing, her comrades noticed deep scars on her back. Laughter immediately rang out.
“Look,” one said, “must’ve been a bad date.”
“Or maybe she got friendly with a cheese grater,” added another.
The girl silently sat down on the floor, unable to hold back her tears. But even her pain didn’t stop them. At that moment, the door opened, and the general walked in. He saw the girl sitting with her head down, surrounded by laughter.
“Do you even understand who you’re laughing at?” the general’s voice thundered across the locker room.
The soldiers instantly fell silent, not daring to raise their eyes. Then the general told them the terrible truth about the girl 😱😱 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇
— “Before you stands one of our country’s best intelligence officers,” the general said firmly. “She was serving while you were still in kindergarten. Those very scars are the result of a combat mission. Her entire unit fell into an ambush, and they survived only because she carried her wounded comrades out. She suffered severe injuries, but she did not retreat.”
Silence gripped the room. The smiles disappeared, and shame appeared on their faces.
— “Instead of thanking her for her service, you laugh at her scars,” the general looked at them with icy sternness.
— “Such men should be ashamed.”
“Why… why didn’t you ever tell us?” one of the soldiers asked carefully.
The girl raised her eyes, wiped away her tears, and quietly said:
— “I was just doing my job. There’s nothing to boast about.”
The soldiers lowered their heads. Then one extended his hand to her. The others followed his example.
— “Forgive us… and thank you for your service,” said the youngest.
From that day on, no one ever called her “the weaker sex” again. To them, she was no longer just a fellow soldier, but a symbol of strength and courage.
