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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Friday, June 03, 2005, 8:35:00 AM | permalink |
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Yesterday I deprieved myself of sleep cos' I was too scared that once I do I would knock out and miss leaving the house at 5:30am. (I had to report to my new camp at 7:45am. Bishan --> Lim Chu Kang = very long trip.) Departed from home in the wee hours, lugging 3 really heavy bags to the MRT station like a coolie worker. Slept hard on the train, got off and hopped on a cab with several other people who were on their way to the same camp too. Reached the place, stood around bewildered with the crowd who were already there. (they also looked quite lost) We eventually were given our postings and were herded to sit in groups accordingly. After this, we were led upstairs to our future bunks. For the next 2 hours, we were to find out from the briefing officer that due to a combination of bureaucracy screw up ("SISPEC sent you guys to us too early ah") and unforeseen circumstances, ("We didn't expect so many of you here. Basically SISPEC sent us 50% more men than we required.") we were here to put down our stuff, fill out some papers for admin, then we could head home, till Monday when we have to book in again. The reaction to this news created more than smiles among some of us. We were successful in appearing stoic about it until we left the place. You would think I would also be overjoyed. Well, I am, but feeling stoned from a lack of sleep, and a sense of disorientation, (my brain still was in "in camp mode") I was grumbling about the inefficiencies of administration that made me make the 2+ hour trip back and forth as I walked home from Bishan MRT station. Then, a little child ran past me. He walked a few steps ahead, stopping every few paces to get a good look at me, shout "Soldier-soldier-soldier!", and then rise a faux-salute, or do afew goosesteps, or make a rifle with his hands and "BANG! BANG!" at unforeseen enemies in front of him. Suddenly, I felt entirely different in my uniform. During my growing up years I looked to adult policemen, soldiers, teachers as role models. Its an entirely different thing when I'm the adult now. I walked into my HDB flat's lift with a smile. |
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