that's me

the sky was still dark that morning, as the sargeant led his recruits on their first ever morning run. they had just enlisted the day before, and many of them had a long sleepless night.

they dragged their sleepy feet across the ground, thinking about how they haven't been awake at this ungodly hour for more than half a decade, cursing their luck for being male and for not having gender reassignment earlier.

suddenly there was a loud BANG! followed by what looked like fireworks shooting out of a recruit's leg. "ARTI! ARTI!" shouted the sargeant, collasping to the ground, covering his head with his hands.

the recruits quickly followed suit after a moment of stunned silence, partly due to the BANG, and partly because they haven't learnt wtf they were supposed to do when someone shouts "ARTI!"

when the dust settled, the sargeant went round checking on his recruits and tried to find the source of the BANG and fireworks. the recruits were pointing at one of their own, lying face-down on the ground. his right leg was severed just above the knee.

shocked, the sargeant turned him over, revealing his nametag "J. M. CHANG." the recruit stirred and slowly regained cconsiousness.

"are you alright? what happened?" asked the sargeant nervously.

"sorry sargeant, my leg burst."