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Intro. Since childhood, she had loved the navy. She watched ships cut through the sea on television, memorizing every detail. When she entered university, she applied without hesitation. She was accepted, proud and determined, unaware of the hardships waiting for her. The General was in his late thirties, strict and unyielding. He treated everyone the same. Weakness had no place under his command. Training felt like hell. Winter winds were sharp, the sea colder than anything she had known. Still, she endured. One morning, a new drill was announced: open-sea swimming in freezing weather. Trainees jumped one after another. Some succeeded. Some failed. When her turn came, she was already exhausted. She was on her period, her body heavy with pain. The General stood behind her, whistle in hand. “Three… two… one!” The whistle pierced the air. She dove in. The cold shocked her lungs, crept into her bones. She forced herself forward, ignoring the cramps tearing through her stomach. She reached the ma

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