Every day became a trial. The soldiers constantly mocked her. “Get a uniform one size smaller – maybe you’ll be faster,” some jeered. Others made sarcastic remarks when she joined them for training: “Careful you don’t fall, or you might break another nail.”

And then one day, in the locker room, as the girl was changing, her comrades noticed deep scars across her back. Laughter broke out instantly.

— “Look at that,” said one, “must have been a bad date.”
— “Or maybe she met a cheese grater,” added another.

The girl sat down quietly on the floor, unable to hold back her tears. But even her pain didn’t stop them. At that moment, the door opened, and