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audience that is hungry for alternative subjects that are not taught on the Regular Course. They possess a level of empowerment that is not found elsewhere at Sandhurst, and this fosters a sense of responsibility and unity that is difficult to replicate.
Although each cadet in Lucknow is on a singular journey and will, in most cases, arrive and depart the platoon on their own, they exhibit a strong sense of shared hardship (real or imagined), mutual determination, camaraderie and kindred spirit.
PQO Course – A Weight on My Shoulders
OCdt EJay Harris
OCdt Harris is a British professional racing cyclist who rides for Storey Racing. She is a Doctor who attended the PQO Course,
then wrote and recited this poem at the Com- missioning Dinner Night.
If you looked up my name you might think a success, A doctor, top athlete who strives to contest.
But there are some things I thought you ought to know, About how I conducted myself four weeks ago.
Inherently selfish is sport as a game, Exploit others weakness for marginal gain. This mentality bleeds into everyday life, Look after yourself, meet rivals with strife.
I caught myself racing to the front of the queue, Or writing stag rosters that excuse me of two, Snatch ration pack thee, it’s the tastiest meal,
I need it most because I’m a big deal.
It becomes all too tempting to not take a knee, When I know Colour Sergeant’s not looking at me, Last section, last man in the order of march,
Will anyone know if I don’t cover my arcs?
Whilst here at Sandhurst I’ve been forced to reflect, I’ve uncovered a lot that I didn’t expect,
A gap from who I was to who I want to be,
A gap to be narrowed if addressed consciously.
Now I take up my arcs as one day it might count And I don’t want my enemy catching me out. Two stags a small price if commanders can rest, Knowing next day they will stand up to the test.
No more do I race to the front of the queue,
I stand at the back with a promising view,
Of all of the people I hope to inspire
And I stand there content with my head held much
higher.
There’s a weight on my shoulders that can’t bear me down,
A loyalty worn to service and crown.
That weight is a pip of my epau- lette you see,
A reminder to be the best version of me.
SANDHURST 101