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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Saturday, October 29, 2005, 8:43:00 AM | permalink |
 The clouds were serenely quiescent. I laid back and watched them laze by, doing mental sums in my head. "6 x 15 = ... 90." Hmm. A hard thud on my head shudders my view jolting me from daydreaming back into accelerated motion. "Eh! You all run up in front and clear away all those people blocking!"I tried to raise my head up to survey the commotion all around. People were running all around me, currently tied down on a stretcher. My helmet-protected head bobs up & down from the lack of suspension system of my mode of transport - 4 huffing puffing running guys. Out of every 15 guys 1 gets picked to be the "casualty" to be ferried by the others. Guess who got lucky. 5 other "casualties" from my company are similarly horizontally chauffered. We were doing this as a race, 2km+ around Keat Hong Camp, as part of the 40th SAR Battalion Games Day. You know, games and fun. The heavy footsteps, mad dog speeds and rushing air, the shouts and profanity hurled back and forth, the atmosphere is more like as if we were hurrying through a ritual procession because the primal gods are pissed that we've missed the deadline to provide them their quota of human snacks. The experience of being shuttled at breakneck speeds around the camp was exciting I must say, but everytime one of the Finally I'm carried pass the finishing line, landed on the ground and unfastened from the straps. The dog-tired guys walk off to rest or get a drink, some look at me in a mixture of elation and exasperation. I know a couple of my fellow mates felt inclined to strangle me afterwards - the literal burden on their shoulders. Sorry lah. |
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