That same day, they took us to our station. We were now divided into platoons and companies. Then, they give you some clothes, without bothering to check the size, and tell you how to sew the various badges on, and also the name of the district where they exchange clothes for a fee in Tehran. We were to alter the clothes and return in five days dressed in them, sporting a buzz. The clock moved and reporting time got closer.
Nothing is as scary as entering bootcamp.
I started in the middle of Ramazan and winter. Well, it comes out rather quick. The first line of conversation generally starts with what have you studied and where, not to mention they make you fill out forms that ask about everything. Truth is, I received mostly curiosity. Soon, everyone in our platoon knew me.