Friday, January 01, 2010

army days(delta part 2)

While talks about EI and the different arms became the highlight of conversation topics for quite a while, the plong too identity became stronger as the weeks gone by. First platoon as we were proud to be known as, we experienced warm jacket and probably had the only cps in history to turn out his own platoon. ming fui ftw and his legendary act will be passed down from generation to generation in times to come.

My most memorable moment in outfield was during service term and i fondly recall how i could not sleep the whole night as i was being attacked by a swarm of BIG RED ANTS. In the end as i was so dam shag, i dunno how i managed it but i just dragged my groundsheet by about 1m and just went back to sleep. With talks of a 16km route march spreading all around after this fieldcamp which included navigation, morale was naturally low. But after we cleared the RAI, we boarded a bus back to wingline. How wrong i was when i thought it was cancelled. We eventually embarked on it at 7pm(see what i mean about the mind games). i fondly recall the march for extreme fighting spirit with many of my friends suffering from sever groin/ass abrasion and how they used the SAF solution to all problems black tape in order to perservere on and eventually complete the march.

Had a brief stint with OCCing when i suddenly had a shortness of breath for 2 weeks. But i absolutely refused to report to the MO against the strong wishes of my mum because i know if i did, i will be sitting in SAFTI MI being SSM's runner now. It was on the eve of scorpion king where i was appointed CPS that this thing arised(stress? to date i still cant find a medical reason but it recovered on its own eventually). You would think that life is fair and that god could choose a better time for my assessment to come or perhaps an easier task because at that time i wouldnt have imagined myself to be chosen to be an appointent holder because i felt i was pretty cui and there were better people who could do a better job. But yeah i sucked thumb and alot of air and endured what would be the most tiring outfield of my life. To be honest i barely dug, but having to do rounds after rounds in the wee hours of the morning while permanently doing stores to help ease the load of my guys as much as possible and trying my best not to remember anything from the horror movie we watched during 'tactical halt' is no joke. I must admit i am an utter wuss and i cant watch scary movies. Scorpion King opened my eyes to how cooperative everyone is. Unfortunately i cant really say the same for LOCC at times so sorry to you guys. How when i said eh sect comms i need men do conc wire. No matter how shag, i would still have the correct number of people going to do although i must add they were always late but i can totally understand. I was god dam shit ass shag myself from the lack of sleep. A funny moment came when i was checking on the conc wire people only to see them sleeping at the fence in front of the lighted buildings in a straight row. 2 things came to mind, if instructors came we would have been screwed as i dont think we were even supposed to go there and they really found the more obvious place possible to be sleeping. But i must confess i joined them and slept for a while because i didnt want to wake them up and i myself was god dam shit ass shag as i mentioned earlier.

Scorpion king ended and with that just about all the regimentation. Memorable moments included myself causing a mutual hatred to a certain guy after my bitching to my buddy was overheard by some dude and it soon spread like wildfire during what seemed like a harmless rest period at platoon live firing. I feel sad for the guy actually contrary to very popular belief but in any case hes happier now so yeah good for him. Successful and all(no sarcasm i swear)

The day of 24 km is one day i will never forget. It was the day the much heavily anticipated postings were to be announced and everyone was excited. That night is still firmly imprinted in my mind. It was approx 2000hrs. Route march was scheduled to begin at 9 if i rmb correctly. Wing comm gathered all of us. He stood tall on the landrover(or did he sit?). Made a small speech then proceded to announce. Some squatted, I sat cause i cant squat each eagerly awaiting the next name to be called and to hear something that didnt start with I for most people. After each name, there was the trademark OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and the ARGHHHHHHHHH followed by a very rousing applause although the logic behind is something i fail to understand till now but i am nevertheless guilty of it. Then my name came. Wayne, ATO. Immediately, familiar faces came starring back at me smiling gleefully(along with the usual hoos and haas) and it was exactly what i wanted, thats what an outsider would have thought. But no one knew what the hell was an ATO actually and only one thing similarly was going through my mind though and that was WTF is an ATO man? No one could give me an answer. Quotes instructor 'not infantry correct already. ' lol wtf but yeah i endured a whole march not knowing my fate. Imagine the pain and agony. Army transport officer, army tactics officer were just a few of the wild guesses people were throwing.

It turned out to be army technical officer and also part of logistics. And the next few days were crazy. Had eyes so swollen that i would have been a disaster if there was social night so yeah thank god for shaoyi who had suspected h1n1 cause i think i would have scared the shit out of jeanne if she went with my face in such horrendous condition. I must emphasize and add i am still dam pissed no one left me any food that night although i paid for 2 portions because i was forced to report sick. yeah thanks faizal for that by the way. making me report sick with a temp of 37.7. Its quite zzz but i guess i can understand, everyone was fearful of h1n1 at that time. Of course the 1 day confinement shit that followed was real lame but i think signals lesson would have been lamer. at least i could slack and sleep in bunk while waiting for nothing.

4 days from that march and i found myself on a 0200 flight to Brunei. My new adventure in LOCC and before that socjot awaited and I didnt even have time to properly say goodbye to everyone. Everything happened too quickly.

Twistin' at 8:36 PM