Thursday, April 07, 2005
Packed my bags, and left OCS for the last time together with 17 other Commando officers, in the back of a kitbag filled tonner, just like how we came into OCS for the first time, so many months ago.
OK i admit: i AM sad to leave beautiful, luxurious, crawling-with-"crabs", spacious, sprawling, big-comfortable-bed, corny-joke-filled, SAFTI MI.
But at least now, we're back where we belong. As shared with fellow officers, OCS taught us how to have the "say" in our conduct, bearing, and actions. But our roots will always lie back in good ol Hendon Camp. -grin-
Homely feelings indeed, moving our stuff into the (messy) Officer's Mess, speaking to possible future OCs and past commanders, having senior officers offer to lend us their mini fridge.. there's something in Hendon which makes us feel like part of that big family in which all its members don the red beret.
Of course, not everything's rosy and peachy: was a little irritated at a wasted day today, because certain people dont know how to manage our time, reinforcing that little fact that the army will always, always be inefficient and time wasting. But what the heck. I should've seen this coming anyway..
Officership comes with more than its fair share of SAI KANG. (to the uninitiated, this translates into "fatigue work")
Let's hope the next few weeks will be as relaxed as this week though. I could get used to this officer's life. -grin- Where the days, however tedious, will end in nights where i'd be rewarded with the company, however short, of this silly lovely lady of mine.
2 more days to Comms Ball!
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