When I was in Basic Training, I got into a major argument with another soldier in my unit. The specifics of the argument are somewhat vague, I have never forgotten the lesson I learned that day. I was so convinced that “I” was right and “she” was wrong – and she was just as convinced that “I” was wrong and “she” was right. The majority of the soldiers in training with us were so tired of us bickering that our drill sergeant got involved; he decided to teach us a very important lesson. He brought us up to the front of the class and placed her on one side of his desk and me on the other. In the middle of his desk was a large, square ammo box. I could clearly see that the box was solid it was black. The drill sergeant then asked the other soldier