The Desiderata

THE MORNING SUN had risen, and the soft beaming light of dawn spilled into the room. The peaceful chirping of birds outside the window provided a calming melody, making the General feel at ease. He savored the aroma of his freshly brewed coffee that wafted around him - ah! The perfect complement to the cozy atmosphere of the General's office.

With precision and care, the General carefully fixed his necktie and donned his tuxedo. He was about to meet with the Light Infantry's Colonel, and the sooner they could discuss the upcoming changes - will be better. Time was of the essence, and the General was determined not to waste any single second of his time. Before it gets too late, he needed to lay out his plan.

As he strode towards his desk, the General sat down on his executive chair, feeling the weight of his responsibilities settling on his shoulders. He picked up a cup of coffee, savoring the warm liquid as it danced across his taste buds. Leaning his back