Read the text below to answer question 20.

Soldiering was what I’d hoped¹ it would be. There were moments of fear and countless hours of camaraderie. There was pride in accomplishment and the warm feeling that comes with being² part of a team you admire. Disappointments, pain, and periodic tragedy came with the experience, but never caused me to question my choice.

Over time, however, something emerged for which I am supremely grateful. Slowly at first, then stronger with each passing year, I became³ conscious of how a sense of service was an ever-increasing part of what I liked about being a soldier.

I’ll never be 22 again, and that’s probably a good thing. But if I were, I hope I’d again choose⁴ to carve out a time in my life to serve in some way. It wouldn’t have to be in uniform – soldiering fit me – but everyone is different. And it wouldn’t have to be for millions of minutes. But taking a year to focus on something bigger than myself would give me the opportunity to make a difference – to make our world just a bit better.

I also know⁵ that it would change me as a person. I could make a contribution to others in a way that would give me new perspectives, and make me infinitely more proud of myself. For the millions of minutes after, I’d carry a satisfaction that I was both an aid, and an inspiration to others.