To Iyerre, days passed one after another. It was neither good nor bad.
In the past, he had thought that there was no difference between being a soldier and a worker. They both ate on time, were ordered around, and did the same job every day.
As a Gambia soldier, he did not have any honor. Or rather, he did not know what honor was at all. This was only a profession.
If there was any difference between being a soldier and a worker, it was that her sister was married to a major in Gambia. Through this relationship, he would not be bullied in the army and would eat more. His superiors and colleagues would give him a certain amount of respect. When there was extra money, he would get a share.
The work he was usually responsible for was also relatively easy.
However, overall, he had previously felt that there was no difference between being a soldier and a worker.
In fact, the latter was even freer.