7/9

Transience routine, insipid thinking–all in a week’s life.

Rifle-cleaning week over, now for grenade & route march week, not to mention the customary tekanning. It is frustrating but it’s the same old shit again.

And I’m not sure how effective the personal statement is…fingers crossed.

Back from the jungle

The feeling of lying in the dark, under a cramped basha/shell scrape, sleepless nights, sentry duty, turn-outs, tekan sessions…. all these in 5 days of field camp. This rite of passage is the highlight of BMT and as what the commanders say, it really sucks.

I still hate the various drills for fire movement etc and to hell with that fucked-up GBC.The only positive during these lessons was Sgt Nicolas who was friendly to us and knew all our names. Apparently he was a CHS old boy from what I heard. Simply put he was the ‘best in the SAF.’ Which SME would remember our names like seriously?!

I’m still proud of the shell scrape even though it was narrow and small like shit. One cannot be fussy with the things you have in the field. This brings me to combat rations: the chicken tasted horrible, dessert is still wonderful and the accessory pack is a treasure pack. Best foods: biscuits, fruit bars, pocari sweat, cereal, horlicks…

There was the customary intense tekan session on the third day followed by the letter-giving. It was a sight to behold: platoon mates breaking down at the letters after a soul-searching [?] talk by the commanders. And that was during the shell scrape digging when OC gave permission for the sergeants to screw us left, right, centre. We got cookhouse food for that day–a welcome change.

Sitest wasn’t a piece of cake especially during the planning part. The scenario made it tricky for a direct course of attack and the plan put forth by one guy in the detail sounded plausible enough. The stations were highly screwed-up: we couldn’t even find a way up the freaking 4m high cliff without using the ladder, so our perfect plans dissolved into nothing. Fortunately, rain came in like 83469867 years, putting an end to walking 458469m to each station and a slack time in the shed. It was so much easier giving solutions that sounded plausible but unfeasible. Had the rain came during the first two days of camp, we would be fucked more by the ground condition rather than the commanders.

Field camp taught me to appreciate the smallest things in life, since everything we have now is a luxury in the field. I’m just glad to be done and dusted with this shit and get prepared for the last 3 weeks of BMT. Till then!

Aftermath

It wasn’t really a miracle, and the grade was expected, but still it was a wonderful surprise. Sure, it may be a long shot to what I hope for now and I missed my fifteen seconds of fame urgh. Thanks to all who made this possible: the teachers and friends whom I have met. Above all, I give thanks to the Lord, ”for He is good, and His mercy endureth forever.” 

Hello to IFC and more tekanning(?), and econs, this is for you _|_

the shitty feeling before results are released–nerve wrecking, self-loathing…and to top it off with a somewhat exciting live firing, long hours of waits and tekan sessions during force-prep.

and yet things still appear too complex for me. what comes next? what happens if results are far from satisfactory? I can’t take the pressure of being cast down and left adrift…so help me God.