I think I landed in Chittagong by train. There were plenty of two stroke three wheelers we used to call baby-taxi or scooters. I got into one of them and asked him to take me to BMA. The scooter drivers asked BM? I said yes, because that was the name they usually call the venerable military academy called BMA: Bangladesh Military Academy.
It was quite chilly in the evening. The scooter sped and I cringed inside remembering the previously gathered information about being rogered during the reception by the senior cadets in the first day. But I was young and hopeful and desperately needed to go out of my house as mine was a big family and I considered myself as a burden on my aged parents at the age of 17 and still not on the job! Besides, I just got a girl who wished that I should join the army as it will quickly make me a fine officer and the rest will be history!
