Now that I think about it, I don't think anyone served better than I did?

Because I was such a "problem soldier," my peers and seniors reached an agreement to move me from the 1st squad to the 3rd squad.
The 3rd squad leader was a civilian sergeant who was handsome and capable, so I was basically scouted.
In the end, the 3rd squad ended up with only the "problem soldiers," and I ended up being appointed squad leader early in my corporal days. T_T I had to write observation logs every day, but if I asked anyone directly, no one would answer.
If I was sleeping and someone called out "Squad Leader! Squad Leader!", I would handle their complaints in the early morning hours and try to improve things. I'd say, "Hang in there, eat some ramen," and give them ramen. Since I didn't eat ramen, I'd drink green tea and go back to sleep, only for someone to wake me up again. There were three "soldiers of interest," and I'm not joking, I provided counseling for them until my final days in service. T_T
The biggest sense of betrayal came when one of the kids I was counseling provoked me. However, because I wrote my observation logs in extreme detail and was in my final days—plus, I was best friends with the First Sergeant—it just passed.
After my discharge, I got curious about those three and asked a junior. One of them was sent to the stockade for bullying a junior.
One was ignored by a junior, fought with them, lost, and became a total pushover.
One was always quiet and just discharged quietly.
I wasn't good at military life,
but there was a line of officers who wanted to pull duty shifts with me.