Flag raising

I had only 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep for 48 hours this morning. At 6am, I sleepily took the state flag and marched to the flag post to raise it up. As my partner was fumbling with the hooks, I looked up to the flag and the reminiscence of old times began again.

I remember getting cold feet when I first raised the state flag. It was in front of the enire school on an elevated ground. I still remember shaking when I turned to face the school to take the pledge. I was 14 then. It soon became an ordinary affair. In fact, stage fright turned to pride. I actually loved going up early in the morning, witnessing the sun rise, and looking at everyone walking around lazily. The only thing I was worried about was making a mistake. Everyone was looking, and it would be so embarrassing. Actually, I did make a mistake. I felt really nervous one morning while tying the rope. I accidentally let go of the rope and the flag dropped a little. Not too obvious but it was enough to make me go red in the face. This is only 1 of the many events which made my secondary school life so fulfilling.

I was getting impatient that he was taking too long. I didn't want to stand there all day. When he finally finished fiddling with the rope, I gave the command and we marched off. I was eager to go for my long break. The next time I am back in camp: next friday.