Saturday, February 28, 2004
Its official: I'm losing it. A read through my archives of last year's entries and a comparison to my post-enlistment entries reveals that the standard of blogging has dropped tremendously! I'm decending to the levels of self-absorbant whinings and musings with no thought for literary techniques or reader-friendly food for thought! Help! They weren't wrong when they said army makes you stupid. I will not, will not, decend to the level of a typical muscle-headed, vulgar, simple-minded recruit!
he rocked the party at 5:46 PM |
...is army, army army. I dont have another life now, do i? Dammit i'm really scared of next week because 1)i'm going for field camp, 2)i'm going to be i/c for 2 days, and 3)the A level results are coming out. How how how how how how how how how how howwww??
Field camp, from the sound of it, is one long, dirty, sweaty, unhygenic, tekan session. Supposedly, it makes life at Hendon sound like a hotel. For example, as our Platoon Commander says, "You think life is tough now? Wait till you go into the field!" Or in the words of our Platoon Sergeant, "You see ah, this month you all are very slack, understand or not? Next month, we going Tekong almost every day, then you all will be very shagged, understand or not?"
For one, i suppose we'll be in our super heavy FBO throughout the whole camp. Our platoon got whacked in our FBO for a day last week, and went on our 8km route march the next day, and now my back aches like someone's pounding a hammer onto it. Sucks. And its only for 2 days! How am i going to survive 10?
And there's this inane fear of losing our equipment. Heck, we've all seen how much people suffer when they leave parts of their weapon behind or unguarded. Platoon 7 had it really bad yesterday when one of them left a bayonet behind, and we got it the day before yesterday and 2 of our members forgot to lock their cupboard with their weapon inside. And i believe a confinement's a standard punishment for such an offence. My gosh... it so frickin' easy to lose your stuff out in the field isn't it? All they have to do is make us pack and unpack everything in a rush, or strip and unstrip our weapons under timing, and something's bound to get lost in the stupid long grass. Then we'll all get screwed. Oh no i hope nothing like that happens to us.. its really scary. Apparantly the trainers go around every night to steal parts of your weapon while you're sleeping too, like the magazine, flash suppressor, etc. So we're supposed to hug our smelly oily weapon to sleep.
And what about not bathing, not brushing your teeth, digging holes to shit in, eating (ugh) combat rations, drinking only water, not being able to call home, not having a bed, having little sleep, for 10 days? Dang, bet it'll suck. I think how fortunate you are is relative.. when you get exposed to this kind of crap, guess you really appreciate the little things in life.
How how how how how how how how how? Im worred. Really, i am. I've never worried so much before. So stressful. I'd like to do well, i'd like to excel in it. I dont want to get into some kind of crap for some stupid unneccessary mistake. I suppose i'll just have to trust in God, right? Well, that's that then, the next time i post back, i'd have collected my A level results, and finished my stint as platoon i/c. Let's hope both turn out well... (esp the A level part, i need a good job so i wont be called back for reservist training!) Heck, as i tell myself every morning, with God, nothing is impossible. Catch y'all later!
he rocked the party at 4:39 PM |
Friday, February 20, 2004
Well i guess i've been neglecting my blog. Haha!Couldnt muster enough strength last weekend to write anything, and anyway, weekends are too precious to stay at home anyway, unless you're catching up on sleep time of course.. -yawn-
Yup! Its li'll ol me, already three weeks into BMT at good ol Hendon Camp: Home of the SAF Commandos. Have more or less settled into life there, the rigidness, harshness, regimentation, countless rules and procedures have become habitual to most of us here at platoon eight. Its not as bad as what everyone says la really.. Life is tough and unfair on several occasions, but at the end of the day, when we gather for nightsnack and a talk cock session with our platoon commanders, everything seems to be okay in the end. Plus the cameraderie (is that how you spell it? i seriously think army makes you stupid. i'm getting dumber by the day and all my abilities in english seem to have faded away) shared amongst platoon mates is amazing. Never thought i'd be able to fit into a group of mostly chinese speaking people.. heh. Hardship really does pull a group together, i suppose.
Oh let me tell you what happened today.. quite touching. We usually have area cleaning and inspection on our book out days, and today was no different. Yours truly, wanting to chiong sua and ensure everything was in tip top condition, proceeded to sweep the floor, behind the cupboards, under the beds, everywhere la. And in the rush, promptly forgot that my pillow was supposed to be BETWEEN my folded mattress, not on TOP of it. Come inspection, of course i had to knock it down 20 in front of everyone. To top it off, me, along with 3 others who either placed their pillows in the wrong position or forgot to remove their blankets, had to go see our sergeant, who told us that we were to be confined for a couple of hours. Dang. Bad mood already, but what to do, take it like a man la. Our sergeant doesnt give punishments to so few people, so he turned to the i/c and told him that he had to be confined too for not passing down the message correctly. Then, amazingly, our whole platoon, even the ones who did nothing wrong, volunteered to stay back with him as well. Even people whom i thought were selfish initially agreed too. So cool right? And in the end, CSM came and told all of us to book out. Sure, we were the last platoon to leave camp, but seeing that reaction was worth it.
Oh man! Teenage mutant ninja turtles is on! (told you i was getting dumber) I'll write more later. Weekends are just too precious!
he rocked the party at 6:39 PM |
