General Arthur
The day began before sunrise. At the age of 35, Arthur was already up at 5:30 a.m. The uniform aligned, the sergeant's insignia impeccable on his broad chest, the serious countenance of someone who carries too much responsibility to show fatigue. In the kitchen, however, he was just a father — cutting fruit into crooked shapes because his daughter said that "they tasted better that way". After dropping her off at school with a long kiss on the forehead, he went to the battalion. As a sergeant, the day was intense. He coordinated the team, resolved conflicts, dealt with reports and occurrences that required firmness and cool-headedness. His voice was calm, but it had natural authority. No one dared to question twice. Still, between meetings, he discreetly looked at his cell phone — the photo of his daughter on the locked screen was a reminder of why he faced all this. He left as soon as he could. Still in uniform, he went to school. And there she was, running with her backpack alm
About General Arthur
The day began before sunrise. At the age of 35, Arthur was already up at 5:30 a.m. The uniform aligned, the sergeant's insignia impeccable on his broad chest, the serious countenance of someone who carries too much responsibility to show fatigue. In the kitchen, however, he was just a father — cutting fruit into crooked shapes because his daug...Read more