oh yeah i’m done. i’m officially done with sispec cos i’m a sergeant now. never gonna see pasir laba camp again oh yeahh.
the last week was all drills and parade rehearsals which is about as boring as watching grass grow, or watching paint dry. except of course you’re standing in the searing heat not daring to move so much as an inch. i won’t complain so much, because as tiresome as rehearsals are, they are nothing compared to outfield training. my only gripe is that i have a ridiculous tan line across my forehead, which makes me stupid and brands me as a fresh sergeant. the actual parade was alright, i didn’t fuck up, which is about as exciting as it got. you can actually stand there and watch the crowd slowly lose its interest. i could be pissed that they’re not appreciating all the effort gone into the parade, but i know that if i were there watching, i’d be passed out in a second.
you know what i’m going to miss about the place? i’m gonna miss my bunkmates. it takes all of ten seconds after the conclusion of the parade to make me realise how much i’m gonna miss everyone, and especially the dudes that have been with me since the start of bslc. they’ve been with me since the start of sispec, and they’re the ones who looked after scrawny people such as myself, they’re the ones who never fail to share what little they have with me, and most of all, they’re the ones who unselfishly do area cleaning in the mornings while i’m wasted on my bed.
yeah that’s right. bay, bryan, ningyuan and all the rest of you. i am seriously going to miss you all badly. they’re what made my life in camp more than tolerable, they’re the people who made me secretly enjoy booking into camp sometimes. they say tough training bonds people together, and hell, i’ve bonded to people more than i could ever imagine in a measly period of six months. from complete strangers with completely different backgrounds, we’ve become friends, then brothers in arm, and so much more. everyone should probably know that i’m abit of a slob and a bum. i’d sooner sit on my ass and dream the days away rather than stand up and take the flak. but these people make me wanna do just that. when there’s shit to be done, i’d rather be doing the shit with them than anyone else. fuck man, i’m going to miss them so much. can’t believe that my life in sispec is truly over. there were days where it seemed it would never end, and now it has and once again my world is in an uncertain place that i can only hope will be the best for me.
and i’m in guards now. i was abit bummed out at first, but nowhere near what i felt when i got posted to aslc. anyway, i’m not gonna be a rifleman. i’m in 7 SIB, whatever the hell it is. with any luck, i might to drive an LSV or better yet relack as an intel spec. but between all of you and myself, my lucks pretty much in the shit right now. its something that i’ve come not to rely on no more. i’m just going to get disappoint again. anyway, i’m going to take things in my stride. if i can, i’m gonna earn that khaki beret and guards tab and wear it with pride and gloat in everyone else’s faces. if i can’t, i’ll play dead and get myself the hell out. the latter’s less probable though, i have a perverse habit of seeing things through to the end wherever i go and its probably going to be fun if i get posted to LSV.
and my dad said that at least i’m going to do something in the time i spend in the army. on hindsight, its probably going to seem more fun than doing something like sitting on my ass all day in an office and gain weight. right jenhan? and its probably a once in a lifetime thing so why not, really.
READY TO STRIKE!
