I went to my native home last week. The scenic beauty of the place soothed my senses. While coming back, my heart did not allow me to part from it. So I would like to share with you my sweet memories. Adjacent to my uncle’s home is a military camp. While jogging at the crack of the dawn, I happened to reach the camp. I was fortunate that I happened to enter the camp just in time to witness a rigorous training session. The chilly morning air was rented with the Battalion leader’s voice. I sat down on the corner to watch. The battalion leader randomly selected one army soldier from the contingent and ordered him to accomplish a "Mission B. In no time, the soldier climbed the nearby rock, which was around 15 feet high, as fast as a shooting star, the only difference being that he was surging upwards. Reaching the top, he stood motionless, stretching out his hands downward. In a couple of minutes, he launched himself into a pool of water next to the rock. After successfully diving in, he swam to the edge of the pool, lifted himself out, and took his original position in the contingent. The Battalion leader said, "Great, the mission was accomplished in 3 minutes."