Finally, I served my weekend guard duty yesterday! It was maddening. Boring. Dull. I waited and waited and waited.. from 8am till 4pm before my 1st shift started. Since I have chosen to do Sentry, I stood at the guard gate post for 4 hours straight. And after that I waited for another 8 hours before my next shift started at 4am the next day. Luckily there was music playing from the radio there, if not I'll really be bored. Well, my Saturday was burnt! Great. At least, according to my Sergeant Major, those who have served one weekend guard duty won't do another one until "every mother's son has done so". It's funny. I realise those high ranks like to address us as "mother's son".
And it seems like a trend that whenever I'm taking a cab to or fro from camp, the taxi uncle will have things to say about army. And of course lots of questions to ask. Then they will go on and on to tell you their experience in the past and sometimes you just wish they could shut up so you can get some peace. But still, you just get amazed by the fact that, "Oh, this old uncle over here has been through army too." And that applies to every other Singaporean men outside whom you see. Or rather, every mother's son.
These few weeks have been running incessantly. And the distance just seems to get longer and longer. My longest run was 2 days ago which I completed 16km. What an achievement! If only SAF provides free ointment to relieve those muscle and joint aches resulted from all the running. And all these trainings are supposedly to prepare ourselves for the 21km next Sunday. Let's WOAH together shall we? Army Half Marathon... How tough can it be? *Laughs out REALLY loud*
Okok, enough about army stuff. I'm now left with a few more hours before I need to book in back to the f***ed up place again. Oops, I apologise for the profanity, but still, F****!!! It's ok Chao Shun, look at the bright side. Look, you get everything free in army! Free food, free lodgings, free medical coverage, etc... What else more can you want?
And you know what? I just want freedom.
Why must the past still haunt you sometimes?
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