My Rude Awakening

Consider for a moment your circumstances. Your good fortune that allows you to be here, to be served. Then think about what her circumstances could be. She may have little choice but to do this job. Perhaps it is to provide for her young child left at home.

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At times, I would watch Osric flush large quarry, even ducks, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how steady he was. When a gundog flushes birds from the thicket, there is a great fanfare of wings flapping as they take flight.

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At a full gallop, shoulder to shoulder, your opponent trying to get the better of you, and you hit a perfect shot—the ball no bigger than one used in cricket—that is an adrenaline rush like no other. The combined athleticism of horse and rider is exhilarating.

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I arrived at RAF Halton to begin my basic training a few months after I turned eighteen. Looking back now, the first three months in the military were a blur. It was a tough fourteen weeks of rigorous emotional, mental, and physical stress, ensuring recruits had the mettle.

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Rockwell Manor Polo were playing against Balthazar in a semifinal match of the twenty-goal Barrett Cup, which attracted top teams and players. My head was somewhere between where Gigi was and what we’d be doing that evening. Jamie still had a few minutes before the start of his match.

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