My Worst Job
I strongly believe that being a military man I can bring a lot of benefits to my company as well as to the whole community. I was eager to serve in the army and to learn how to defend people. I put the goal to be as successful in my life as possible, and I confidently moved forward to it. I wanted to change the world for better. Of course, these words may seem rather high-flown, but I was sure that I would do my best in army. Thus, I applied for My Army Company and experienced different types of training and work. I started to work in the South Korean Army. I became a Gunner.
My working duties included the use of the huge tank. Our weapon was called “KH-179”. It was a very old-fashioned and dangerous gun. It had two strong legs and one long gun barrel. Its weight was almost eight tons. Moreover, it was not an automatic machine. My duties included the connection of the gun to a truck in order to move it to another place.
We were trained with the weapon “KH-179”. The training was always conducted with the help of this weapon. While training we were forced to conduct a real shooting at the target. We had to change the tank’s position very quickly and carefully.
Our manager’s name was Young-Ming. He was not a pleasant personality: he did not support us, but only shouted at us all the time. Moreover, there was no break during our training. Young-Ming’s goal was only to show the best results to the higher authorities. He was not helpful and humane to us. Thus, we did not feel support from the side of the manager. He was angry with us and could only scold. Even after the accident happened to me and I broke my leg, he did not even sympathize with me.
My fellow workers were very strong guys, but the training was really hard for them. Once one of our platoon members fell with a thud because of terrible training. As a result, he was put to the hospital. Everybody understood that the work we made was rather dangerous. Nobody from my fellow workers liked the manager.
The whole work was awful, but the worst part of the job was the absence of safety. We could not feel ourselves safe while training and work itself. The worst thing that happened to me was the accident when the cannonball slid to my leg. As a result, my leg was broken and I found myself in the Army Hospital.
I had been working in this job for almost two years, from December 2007 to November 2009. Those two years seemed an eternity for me; there were dangerous trainings and a despotic manager.
I was not satisfied with the work in the South Korean Army. It required so many efforts from me, but the remuneration was tiny – only eighty dollars per month. However, I had never complained of anything: …
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