Tunkalahkah Masubajalan- Tunkalahkan
That's the word of command for 'Re-step on the forward march' in malay.
Field camp is finally over, marking the crossing of the 50% mark in BMT. In fact, there
s only 25 days left to my Passing Out Parade( POP).
Field camp was... really an eye opener. the 7 days in the pure raw jungle was really no shit. Perhaps the camp's intensity would vary from company to company. But in NINJA coy, I proudly proclaim that I have been through the worst... and survived. We learnt to build bashas in perfectly allignment within 15 minutes. We learnt to put on camoflage within a minute. We slept and performed leopard crawls in mud slush on a daily routine. We were woken up in the middle of the night with blanks and thunderflash before being forced in push-ups for2 hours. It was hell... but it was fun. Its really a bittersweet sensation and perhaps that is one of the solaces I can find here. Look carefully and you'll always find a slight beauty in whatever shit situation you are in.
Our Commando OC is very much notourious. An ex-commander of the Officer Cadet school with a hefty history of dishing out punishments. 600 jumping jacks because someone cracked his pet aloe vera's leaves without confessing. 60 push-ups followed by a 3-k run because someone dragged his boots. But because of this, I wish to share an experience I had.
Other than our OC, our sgts are f***tards too. Seemingly punishing us for the most petty reasons. For example, on the second day of field camp, high noon, blimmering overhead sun, right after Lunch. We were told to keep our food before our next lesson. Suddenly amidst the chaotic scene, we were told to fall in and be done within 30 seconds. (an impossible target) . Within half a minute, we were knocked down and doing push ups waiting for the rest. We cursed and swore for the unreasonable expectations of our sgts.
Later when I was chatting with an externally-attached sgt from Pegasus,
" did you know why you guys were knocked down so shiongly just now?"
'Cause we were ...slow and sloppy? (sarcastically)'
" Actually ah, the OC was hiding behind you guys. Your sgts don't have the heart to see you guys being punished by him. So they gave their own before the OC could come in. Bet you didnt know that right?"
Pain is most unpleasant, but the calmness after everything is over is memorable. Every night before entering my Basha to sleep, I would take a look around, up at the sky. Its beautiful how the unpolluted sky shimmers with the stars and constellations, how the bull frogs sing in the dark. Forget the shit we had and the shit that is about to come. Just take a look around buddies and enjoy. There is bound to be something good lying around. savour it.
Field camp is finally over, marking the crossing of the 50% mark in BMT. In fact, there
s only 25 days left to my Passing Out Parade( POP).
Field camp was... really an eye opener. the 7 days in the pure raw jungle was really no shit. Perhaps the camp's intensity would vary from company to company. But in NINJA coy, I proudly proclaim that I have been through the worst... and survived. We learnt to build bashas in perfectly allignment within 15 minutes. We learnt to put on camoflage within a minute. We slept and performed leopard crawls in mud slush on a daily routine. We were woken up in the middle of the night with blanks and thunderflash before being forced in push-ups for2 hours. It was hell... but it was fun. Its really a bittersweet sensation and perhaps that is one of the solaces I can find here. Look carefully and you'll always find a slight beauty in whatever shit situation you are in.
Our Commando OC is very much notourious. An ex-commander of the Officer Cadet school with a hefty history of dishing out punishments. 600 jumping jacks because someone cracked his pet aloe vera's leaves without confessing. 60 push-ups followed by a 3-k run because someone dragged his boots. But because of this, I wish to share an experience I had.
Other than our OC, our sgts are f***tards too. Seemingly punishing us for the most petty reasons. For example, on the second day of field camp, high noon, blimmering overhead sun, right after Lunch. We were told to keep our food before our next lesson. Suddenly amidst the chaotic scene, we were told to fall in and be done within 30 seconds. (an impossible target) . Within half a minute, we were knocked down and doing push ups waiting for the rest. We cursed and swore for the unreasonable expectations of our sgts.
Later when I was chatting with an externally-attached sgt from Pegasus,
" did you know why you guys were knocked down so shiongly just now?"
'Cause we were ...slow and sloppy? (sarcastically)'
" Actually ah, the OC was hiding behind you guys. Your sgts don't have the heart to see you guys being punished by him. So they gave their own before the OC could come in. Bet you didnt know that right?"
Pain is most unpleasant, but the calmness after everything is over is memorable. Every night before entering my Basha to sleep, I would take a look around, up at the sky. Its beautiful how the unpolluted sky shimmers with the stars and constellations, how the bull frogs sing in the dark. Forget the shit we had and the shit that is about to come. Just take a look around buddies and enjoy. There is bound to be something good lying around. savour it.
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