POP...
After 6 rehersals in the blistering sun and lots of "is that clear", the big day has finally arrived. The last thing anyone wanted was to put the wet weather plan into action, or at least most of us wanted a normal programe. anyway to say that time really flies would be cliche but the last 2 months flew past. and yes, i had a painfully great time in BMT, but alas all good things must come to an end and it did with a POP!
it was a bitter sweet ending to our lives as chao recruits. Torrents of mixed emotions were exuded. i don't know if it was because i will never get to live under the same roof as those funky bunch of people or was it because i am going to part with my beloved that made me kind of sad. BMT is an experience like no other, we came in as untrained civilians, from all walks of lives but for one purpose, to serve our country. its not about being the best or wayang-ing the most or chiong-ing the most, in the end what really matters are the memories of fighting along side one another and the friendship that was forged that are most valuable. yes there are times when you would just wanna load your rifle and blow someone's sorry ass into oblivion but all theses grudges come to nothing. i've learn to accept, forgive and forget and life would be a lot better if we just love everyone.
Its true there are lots of times when i wished all of these would come to an end fast but upon reaching the last week of BMT, i can't help but want it to come to a standstill. life seemed pretty nice when u spend your weekdays with those dudes and your weekends at home. there were no worries or what to wear, what to eat, what to do, etc... life was just simply simple.
There were sad moments during POP as well. A grand ceremony was conducted to present our rifles to us, it was an honour to be entrusted with her. however all that pride and everything about taking care of her came crashing down when they were all mercilessly dumped into a tonner like refugees without a home. indeed it was almost painful to watch recruits fling their rifles without so much as a goodbye when she has been along side them through thick and thin till the very end. i'm not sure about anyone else but i have feelings for my rifle, she aided me through live range (without a single I.A), field camp, sit test and my drill competition. we spent hours cleaning her and making sure she doesn't rust. i was reluctant to part with her but i had to, it was more of her being torn from me than me returning her. when i was given another to use during drills training, the feeling was just not right, not only me but everyone who got a different rifle said so too. In my final moments with her, i kissed her goodbye (i really did) and silently pray that the next chao recruit will not man-handle her. i even made special request to my sergeants and PC to ensure she is well taken care off, after all she is an award winning rifle.
it was a bitter sweet ending to our lives as chao recruits. Torrents of mixed emotions were exuded. i don't know if it was because i will never get to live under the same roof as those funky bunch of people or was it because i am going to part with my beloved that made me kind of sad. BMT is an experience like no other, we came in as untrained civilians, from all walks of lives but for one purpose, to serve our country. its not about being the best or wayang-ing the most or chiong-ing the most, in the end what really matters are the memories of fighting along side one another and the friendship that was forged that are most valuable. yes there are times when you would just wanna load your rifle and blow someone's sorry ass into oblivion but all theses grudges come to nothing. i've learn to accept, forgive and forget and life would be a lot better if we just love everyone.
Its true there are lots of times when i wished all of these would come to an end fast but upon reaching the last week of BMT, i can't help but want it to come to a standstill. life seemed pretty nice when u spend your weekdays with those dudes and your weekends at home. there were no worries or what to wear, what to eat, what to do, etc... life was just simply simple.
There were sad moments during POP as well. A grand ceremony was conducted to present our rifles to us, it was an honour to be entrusted with her. however all that pride and everything about taking care of her came crashing down when they were all mercilessly dumped into a tonner like refugees without a home. indeed it was almost painful to watch recruits fling their rifles without so much as a goodbye when she has been along side them through thick and thin till the very end. i'm not sure about anyone else but i have feelings for my rifle, she aided me through live range (without a single I.A), field camp, sit test and my drill competition. we spent hours cleaning her and making sure she doesn't rust. i was reluctant to part with her but i had to, it was more of her being torn from me than me returning her. when i was given another to use during drills training, the feeling was just not right, not only me but everyone who got a different rifle said so too. In my final moments with her, i kissed her goodbye (i really did) and silently pray that the next chao recruit will not man-handle her. i even made special request to my sergeants and PC to ensure she is well taken care off, after all she is an award winning rifle.
posted by Aaron Sze at 6:15 AM
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