Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Story of Basic Military Training

Once a Recruit, not always a Recruit..
This is because I have PoPeD!!!
This is after 9 gruelling weeks of training in the lousy Tekong. I think the whole experience is really eye-opening and enriching. Me and my platoon mates have seen the sweat and tears (literally from us, guys) and perhaps a tiny little bit of blood from me. :) (No lah, medical check up got draw blood one mah).
Enlistment and Passing out day were very emotional days for me. Enlistment marked the day I would be separated from my loved ones, undergo tough times with no one to rely on..so pop was really one that everyone looked forward to.
I remember during the marching in of pop, and my pa and ma putting my cap on for me, my tears flowed in my eyes..for the first time since ages ago.
I remember the days during our field camp digging soils like some farmers. One of my section mate got screwed up that he cried. My empathy with him, of course not only me, but we were forbidden to help him. It was heartrending that time..
And of course many more. I know BMT is just the beginning only, so I have to persevere on.
Gan Ba Te!
(God Knows where my next posting is)
When the Days of Darkness reign the world,
all shall not withstand the blows on Earth
and fall to their graves..
The rivers overflow, the lands flood..
the lightning strikes at every soul lingering..
You will shout and scream, but no one will hear you at all..
as you will descend with all.
The skies roar as they begin their Collapse
As all look on to their extermination..
a flare appeared in front of them.
The shrouding mist blocks their views..
but the enlightened ones know that they will be saved.
The skies lightened and the storms stopped.
All shall stand to their feets, tall and proud
Hail The Illusionist!
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