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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Sunday, February 06, 2005, 4:18:00 PM | permalink |
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During the last night of Fieldcamp, GY could not take it anymore. GY is a tough man who can do 20 pull-ups in 1 go & trains at the gym consistently. Being an outstanding NCC cadet during his secondary school years, GY was no stranger to the demanding & tough environment that the army was, & has as comfortable in the system as a hand into a well-fitting glove. But during the entire fieldcamp, GY thinks mostly about his girlfriend. He keeps a day-to-day diary partly for her sake. He glows when he talks to us about how much he loves her. Its all the more amusing when this stern, macho-masculine of a person, aggressiveness further enhanced by the heat, fatigue & strain of fieldcamp & a mask of camouflage paint, indulges in lovesick gestures & syrupy language. And during the last night of Fieldcamp, GY could not take it anymore. He had to talk to her. To hear her voice. To know if she's all right. GY approached one of our sergeants & pleaded for a short 5 minute call. It was desperation. It was risky. (Recruits are not allowed to use handphones during training periods) Its only due to the gentile & kind nature of that particular sergeant that GY's request was granted. He made his call. The next 5 minutes were bliss & elation for him. He did not care about the entire platoon of 50 men observing him whispering sweet nothings to the mouthpieces, giggling like a shy schoolgirl every now & then. He was satisfied. I do not want to love like that. I don't want to think about her. Or want her. Or need her. I do not want to be distracted. To daydream. To get into trouble for misunderstanding instructions. Accidentally misfire M16s. Be confined. Be charged & sent to the detention barracks. Get myself and/or my buddies injured/disabled/killed. I do not want to be anymore a burden to my buddies than I can help it. I will be in denial, a sort of mental abstinence. --- List of Most Wanted Things, at different times: Before Going Into Army 1. New clothes, casual, mostly punk-rocker themed 2. Internet connection (Broadband) 3. Webcam 4. Mini-Fridge to chill Coffee 5. 6-pack Nescafe (Cafe Latte) 6. At least 1 trip to Starbucks/Coffeebean every 1½ week 7. Personal Drumset in room 8. Hi-fi set 9. Another pair of Salomon sports shoes First 2 Weeks in Tekong 1. Red Bull 2. Sweets (any kind will do) 3. Cookies (any kind will do, Oreos especially welcomed) 4. Strepsils 5. Alarm clock 6. Pens, (black, blue, red) 7. Rags & Cleaning agents 8. Batteries, AA' & AAA', 4 each 9. Prickly Heat powder, medium size During Fieldcamp 1. Decent toilet 2. Decent sleep 3. A thorough shower 4. Proper bed (pillows & blanket welcomed but not a necessity) 5. Proper lighting at night 6. Plasters (any other aids that patch up blisters/tears/abrasions also welcomed) 7. Prickly heat powder, largest size available --- Last day of Fieldcamp. Around 6am in the morning. My eyes abruptly opened. I stare up at the stars, through the canopy of trees which we have been sleeping under. I laid in my shellscape which I've dug the previous day. A shellscrape somewhat looks like a freshly dug grave, & is meant for individual defensive purposes. I am strangely alert, contemplating the beauty of the universe, & amusing myself over the idea that, with almost a 180+ other shellscrapes around me, the recruits of Pegasus coy. were spending a day as the living dead of an inappropriate cemetery. I was also sensitive of the strange total silence around me. I sat up to sense a seeming void all around. No sound, barely any sight. Suddenly- BOOM . Then a couple of rat-ta-ta-ta sounds of automatic fire. And then the orchestra of war turns up a knob. More loud explosions & gunfire. I knew what was going on. I guessed that the instructors were planned for a "morning ambush assault" to simulate war conditions. I grabbed my already packed fieldpack & equipment, & made a run for it out of my tomb after the "attack" died down a little. Simulation or no simulation, the desired effect was generated. Most person, barely awake, were confused & disoriented. As I lugged my stuff & moved towards the directed "evacuation point" along with others, I was a boy again, shooting supersoakers at ever-defeated enemies, being invincible, powerful & strong. I had more than 15kg altogether on me. I weigh only 62kg. I never ran faster before. |
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