Today, I came back from a military camp. I ain't gonna talk to you about anything new...but it's worth it to read this, really. I've spent 15 days with 75 comrades, with 3 coporals and, of course, my instructors. I'm proud that, while my friends were drinking and doing that kind of stuff we all do on summer, I was doing something more. I remember a Friday night in which we stayed in the middle of a swamp and I was ordered to  stand guard from 4 a.m. to 6 a.m., I was sitting there, in the darkness, thinking about what my friends would be doing at home while I was keeping my comrades safe and suddenly I felt really proud of what I was doing, I mean, my fellow cadets where my brothers, and I was guaranteeing them that they could sleep in peace, that was something that only a few of my generation can feel (even some of my fellows were unable to do so). Now it's hard my friends to understand it but I dont care, I have know really really good men. One of them had to move to a city far from his home with 18 years because even his childhood friends gave him back (This happened in Euskadi, a province in which a separatist party and terrorism exist. He didn't support the idea.....), besides, his parents cannot help him because they can't leave their jobs. He said that he was proud that he could say "Viva España", because he hasn't been able to do it so upon all his life. When we heard his story, we all stand up, clapped him and told him that wherever there'd be a cadet, there'd be a home for him, and you can bet that we were true. This is just one example of that comraderism I have experienced these days.
The valours of sacrifice, honor, and friendship will not be lost while there is someone standing for them, and that's us.