Hiatus -- Block Leave

"Bang your 'leopard', I wanna heard your leopard!"
Service term is Over and I've got my third Bar!!
It can only get better from here!!
The more I think about it, the more I love Infantry. Fine, many people don't give it the recognition it deserves but its just what I want to do. (sorry for the confusion placed in the last post. It was regarding unit vs.BMTC.)
I can't wait for Professional term to start, meanwhile, I am whoozing off to HK. Anyone want anything?
Please pray for the new intakes of cadets including j.cheong, Zhups, Leon, Flambie... pray too for the dearest sispec friends and everyone in the new posting.
Kowloon-hongkong-wanton-noodles. whooo

Professional

I am looking at my watch as I write this.
72 more hours.
72 more hours to the end of my Service (junior) term in OCS.

Some fellow friends familiar with Army talk may find the above statement anti-climatic.
" Not even commissioning why so f**king Emo? Chao *** ***!"
But I don't know why I am so perplexed over the last 72 hours of my first third of journey.
As of the moment, my mind isn't functioning in the usual systematic manner, rather, I see random flashes of thoughts, hopes, memories, doubts and anxiety. I therefore blog for cartharsis and not for projection.

0147hours, 150606. I am shacked from the last outfield exercise, Platoon Live Firing. I feel as though the mosquitoes have drained a standard half bottle of my bodily fluids. The Explosion of the Bangalore torpedo still lingers in my head. I am tired, I just want to get out of my muddy uniform, become clean and sleep.
I hear a commotion. Its the damn posting results. They're out. I run out and see infantry next to my name.
I give a tired smile to acknowledge it.
But people around me aren't all in the same mood. Most are happy. They are going out, leaving to Signals, Armour and Combat Engineers. But those who stay in infantry are not. They give me a confused look as if my expression is that of sarcasm. A Few others give me a high five and happily strut off to the showers in their underwears. I join that bunch and leave those in denial in the corridor.

I feel perplexed. Its coming again. The doldrum. I feel relieved and worried and the same time. I Feel as though everything is out of my control, as though my life in SAF has already been planned out. I am powerless. I dont want to be a mere useless political statement of minimal meritocracy. I want get out, get out get out. I want to eat nightsnacks and share a hot mug of milo with men under the moonlight. I want to stand-two with 27 friends in an intense but affirming silence. I want more. Don't send me to some crap job because I am worth less than the issue of security.

Professional Term

 

Sunset Bay

The feeling of Hornet anti-toxin swayed around in my head as I made my way up Sunset Bay. I shouldn't be in this pathetic state but a combination of carelessness and fate resulted in the MO's decision to inject me with this intoxicating jab. I couldn't stay in the training shed, it was damaging to my experiential and morale, my PC knew it too. We (The sick pikachus) made our way up the hill to observe the fight.
It was the last morning of our camp. Sunset bay seemed to serene. My 'enemies' from Platoon 1 were in their fire trenches, almost just quiet. I mundanely swiped the line of ants off my sleeves and stood up to change my location. As I did, I looked to my South.
Sunset Bay (see photo below) is nicknamed so by the Soldiers (especially the Guards) as the view is beautiful during sunset. It overlooks the whole of the Northern Singapore, past the straits of Singapore and up to Johor. You see the Orange Setting Sun, the vague shape of the sea, the HDB houses in front of you. You see the lady in an apartment hanging out her laundry through your SAR scope. Then you see a few... maybe 2 children running along the corridor. You try to get a better view and clutch your rifle to get a clearer view then suddenly.... you realise that you just are seeing a scope lense. You see your rifle and your trench. You see your uniform and (your) mud. Then you see yourself and see where you are. So much for Sunset Bay.
I have been blogging so much about my army life and nothing else. I suppose that is the way how everything is my life has just been a sunset bay.

Sunset Bay

 

After the Rain