7/30/2006

The Things They Carried

~ the below is an excerpt from " The Things They Carried" By Tim O' Brien

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross Carried letters From a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College at New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lta. Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rucksack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending.
He would imagine romantic camping trips into the White Mountains in New Hampshire. He would sometimes taste the envelope flaps, knowing her tongue has been there. More than anything, he wanted Martha to love him as he loved her, but the letters were mostly chatty, elusive on the matter of love. She was a virgin, he was almost sure. She was an English Major at Mount Sebastian, and she wrote beautifully about her professors and roommates and midterms exams, about her respect for Chaucer and her great affection for Virginia Woolf. She often quoted lines of poetry; she never mentioned the war, except to say Jimmy, take care of yourself. The Letters weighed 10 ounces. They were signed Love, Martha, but Lta Cross understood that Love was only a way of signing and did not mean what he sometimes pretended it meant. At dusk, he would carefully return the letter to his rucksack. Slowly, a bit distracted, he would get up and move among his men, check ing the perimeter, then at full dark he would return to his hole and watch the night and wonder if Martha was a virgin.



Isn't ironic to see how men are emasculated and have them succumb to a resort to fantasy world they can never be in just to take themselves away from the dirt and grime that they are fated to be in? Does Army really make you a Man? Yes, it makes you into a different kind of man. It gives you the power to carry loads, ammunitions, weapons and the much unweighed burden. But for that, you can't carry yourself the way you did before.

My 5 metres From Death

Thursday Morning. What a great morning it was.
A Heavy storm perpetuated the dreamy morning we spent in the cookhouse hiding the ugly fact that we were having a TSR examination and a 30km route march later. Surreal, dreamy, however you may term the calm before the storm (ironically during a storm itself).
I remember asking myself, how can I muster the strength to pull through the long day ahead if I am already having trouble finishing the breakfast.
Then I remember marching, under the cool morning sky with my commander's bag in one hand and swinging with my other. It was such a clear view since I was in the front row. I saw our pink blocks, Delta... then Foxtrot... a turn... then I saw the cookhouse. Suddenly, I heard something muffled. Something like a cackling hiss from above.
I turned left and right, Hazwan and Rifdi were still marching at the normal pace. Now looking back, time seemed to have slowed down then. "STOP" I said as I halted in an abrupt motion causing my 2 point friends to turn around and look at me.
then- right then!
Like how those huge monsters from old Japanese movies fall in their defeat, this tree (not branch- tree!) smashed straight into the ground 5 metres in front of me.
I suppose we all stopped there and looked at each other for a considerable amount of time.
Ironically, we were on our way to our first lecture of the day: Training Safety Regulations and our lecturer took out the "deadfall case study" after he learnt what happened.

7/29/2006

And Wayne

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Joshua

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Neubronner

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Methods of instruction

this is one of the photos I used in my MOI (method of instruction) assessment. I am against fish in bowls. "no-to-bowl' ! Posted by Picasa

GoodBye Ninja

It began 8 months ago when we 4 from the 4 Ninja Platoons. Then we 4 were together in 1 Delta. Now all has split and gone to all 4 arms. Separate us again. Posted by Picasa

7/16/2006

The Learning Tree

The Learning Tree is the intranet structure SAFTI that is given to all cadets. Its viewed as a priviledge as all cadets can have 24-hour access to any information regarding their training, from the lesson schedules months in advance to even the cookhouse menu for the week. But under the shelter of the learning tree, we are blocked from any contact to the internet by its "branches".
Fortunately, there have been news that the Infantry cadets will be given access to the internet with revamped PCs later this year. But I doubt that would change anything.
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