Hallo ihr alle da draussend! Endlich bin ich so weit; Time waits for no man, and the time when i throw my peak cap into the darkening skies nears...already below 48 hours and counting...i just pray that nothing will go wrong on that perfect day; that the azure skies do not cry for us (yet) and that i will be able to do what i have been drilled again, and again for. Just as the title suggests...i'm counting the hours oh-so-excitedly...letting them run through my hands, savouring the moment until it comes.
It's been a tiring week. Wir sind alle todmüde...Jeden tag üben wir für...8-9 Stunden? Es gibt auch starke Sonnenschein, und hinzuzufügend stehen auch die Strafen für all die blöde Fehler, die wir machen...z.B., doubling around the parade square, GIMME GIMME TWENTY, u.s.w. ...Es ist ziemlich anstrengend, doch hat bis jetzt niemand aufgegeben...It's all due to pride, that very moment when you step onto the parade square in your No. 1 uniform, the moment when your friends come to take a picture with you, that moment when your parents come to place the gold bar upon your shoulders. I think i may break down and cry when that happens, or maybe even during the slow march...the culmination of so much effort, blood, sweat, tears, weekends...finally it all comes to that black bar upon your shoulders.
But it was also more than that. I remember all the good times spent with friends - Life at Delta, getting turned out together and suffering together through all the shit which happened to us. The friends at Delta who have stayed while most of us moved on - it was good seeing them again when we came back to Delta to stay... The days in School of Arty when we slacked so much, lived together in those shitty cramped bunks, complaining about the showers which literally trickled water onto our bodies, Helen's patented Stand-by Universe, FATA, life with Forest, Fats, lao ban, Johnny, Melvyn, Guo-Liang, Pornoman, and the bitching sessions we had against 43 (we sounded like BITCHES! Ugly.)
Who could forget the exercises? SPADE. Living with Chowster, moaning in despair whenever it rained, asking if we were going to die in the pre-dawn cold, pigging out on durians to boost morale, eating magic pills...to POI, ultimate defence of Mandai II, to the time when i became the Sergeant-Major and got all those ugly fackers to go and raid the base, culminating in that final assault, the time when we caught a bangcar in the jungle ahahaha...to SOCJOT, up and down Biang with Jamester and the Delta boys sent to Arty, throwing away combat rations, eating biscuits, living in a hammock, building fires, combat swimming...to MILO, getting lost in PLC, calling for mortar fire, and even firing the 81mm weapon ourselves...to SAFARI, insufficient sleep, Fire Mission Battery, BCP mania, to deployment drills (Including EAGLE n' FIREBALL,) Action Front, Cease Fire, Arty incoming, air raids, knock it down, coming back all smelly, wet and muddy at 7 in the morning to see the Liaison pricks going out...to BATTLE KING, insane wild fun in CRESCENDO...to now.
It's the end. The closure of a beautiful chapter, written by blood and sweat but also with laughter and brotherhood. I'm glad to have lived through this. I'm glad to have so many of you as passengers on the same train which is our lives, no matter how short your stay.
From 42 weeks to 48 hours. Excelsior!
posted by quatscherei @ 19:39
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