Thursday, March 31, 2005
The past 2 weeks have been torturous..
Endless hours under the merciless sun
Distinct tan line caused by a beret, leaving my forehead split horizontally.
Blistered feet
Abrasions on armspits
Abrasions on... other parts.
Failed "homat senjata"s
Sweat drenched uniforms
Smelly red berets
Sunblock dripping painfully in my eyes, and not being able to wipe it off (now THAT's a bitch..)
Really shaggadelic "hentakhaki cepat hentah!"s
The repetition, after repetition, after repetition, after repetition of the parade proceedings.
Commissioning Parade rehearsals are truly an experience.. and i love 'em.
I love it that i imagine you sitting in the grandstands watching me, making me work harder.
I love it that you waited 7 hours for me to book out.
I love it when i pick up the phone during lunch break and words of encouragement are waiting for me.
But i DONT love the fact that i miss you
I love it that the harder my cohort works for this parade, the more satisfying it'll be this sat.
I love it that this victory as a grand finale for this fantastic chapter in my life is ever so sweet.
I love Contingent 1, who's worked so hard and come so far, from perfecting our "berhenti"s to marching in dressing to executing our rifle drills..
I love OCS' School Sergeant Major. (But not in THAT way you sicko)
I love his "GIMMIE 20!!" in that sadistic tone of undisguised pleasure.
I love it when our Wing Sergeant Major says over the PA system.. "Bravo Wing, that was a good parade rehearsal. Im very proud of you"
I will miss you, my beloved platoon 2.
I think i've found true friendship here in OCS.
2 more days till the big day..
he rocked the party at 5:45 AM |
