by Monique Aguilar
We are in a war with the arms of time. Will we ever win against an infinite uncertainty?It was the 17th fine light of September, the present year. All were just of yesterday's memory aside from the unconscious body of Cadet 4th class Darwin Dormitorio in Philippine Military Academy.
His death is a conclusion to what tormented his physicality: hazing.It tortured him at every violent beating his futile body unwillingly accepted. It murdered him, second after second ; blow after blow."Pride and joy of the family “ as Dexter, Darwin’s sibling, described in the interviews as he reminisce the smiles he has shared with his little brother. Lingering in the strength of their search for justice, an ill curse of pain lies beneath: agonizing to break.He was but a youngling who followed the trail of his father who once fought for our country. Little did he knew, his dream to serve and fight for the nation he loves would be his endgame in life.
The death of Dormitorio is not a case to be ignored by those who are ignorant of such violence, but it is an awakening for everyone to fight alongside with all the victims of hazing.Hazing is an endless abuse of power; perhaps as infinite as injustice allows it to be.Warriors are to fight with hope in their hearts ; punch with dreams in their souls; and serve with prayers in their sanity. Before they ever learn to hold guns properly, they are first human – capable of being vulnerable and hurt.
Before they ever battle for the greater good, they must first win the war of time : peace within oneself.
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