* Sir Winston Churchill *
When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite
Monday, August 15, 2005
Foreword : This is completely frictional. Please do not believe every single word. But do enjoy the story. Any comments both negative or positive are welcomed.
Wow! I had actually managed to get a degree in Aerospace Engineering course after studying for 3 years in Singapore Polytechnic. Walking home, cannot believing that this is true, I saw a group of serious looking army boys. And then, mixing among the groups, a lieutenant. Looking at them, i was suddenly reminded that I was about to serve the army.
Entering my house, my mom called out, ' There's a letter for you. Seems to be from the government.' Eyes opening wide, thinking what the letter would be about, I saw that the envelope seems to belong to the SAF. Reading the letter with anticipation, it was according to my guesses. I was supposed to report to the SAF in 2 weeks!
My mom enters the room and said, ' Hey what is that letter about?'
'Oh its to inform me to go into the army.'
Feeling both excited and scared, I read the letter again for any instructions and my pack lists. Looking around, I quickly grabbed hold of my phone and started messaging my friends, some had already gotten the letter, some like me, had recieved it today. We are all new to this, although there had been many shows on the army lives.
2 weeks went by quickly. At the last day, checking that everything had been packed into my backpack, I went out with some friends to 'discussed' about tomorrow's admission. All of us were feeling both excited and nervous. Some even said how crap this is for us to serve the nation. Looking at them, I suddenly felt very patriotic. Now is the time for me to fulfill my help-the-nation dream.
Going with my parents to the ferry terminal, we would be going to Pulau Tekong for my swearing in ceremony and of course I would be there for my Basic Military Training (BMT). After the swearing in, we were allowed to have our last moments with our parents before we were assigned to our platoons and told what we were supposed to do.
The time had came, waving good-bye to my parents, I falled-in with the rest of my squad mates and were brought to collect our stuff and of course our arms, the SAR 21. Half-marching up the slope, it mark the beginning of my adventure in the army.
To be continue..
Wow! I had actually managed to get a degree in Aerospace Engineering course after studying for 3 years in Singapore Polytechnic. Walking home, cannot believing that this is true, I saw a group of serious looking army boys. And then, mixing among the groups, a lieutenant. Looking at them, i was suddenly reminded that I was about to serve the army.
Entering my house, my mom called out, ' There's a letter for you. Seems to be from the government.' Eyes opening wide, thinking what the letter would be about, I saw that the envelope seems to belong to the SAF. Reading the letter with anticipation, it was according to my guesses. I was supposed to report to the SAF in 2 weeks!
My mom enters the room and said, ' Hey what is that letter about?'
'Oh its to inform me to go into the army.'
Feeling both excited and scared, I read the letter again for any instructions and my pack lists. Looking around, I quickly grabbed hold of my phone and started messaging my friends, some had already gotten the letter, some like me, had recieved it today. We are all new to this, although there had been many shows on the army lives.
2 weeks went by quickly. At the last day, checking that everything had been packed into my backpack, I went out with some friends to 'discussed' about tomorrow's admission. All of us were feeling both excited and nervous. Some even said how crap this is for us to serve the nation. Looking at them, I suddenly felt very patriotic. Now is the time for me to fulfill my help-the-nation dream.
Going with my parents to the ferry terminal, we would be going to Pulau Tekong for my swearing in ceremony and of course I would be there for my Basic Military Training (BMT). After the swearing in, we were allowed to have our last moments with our parents before we were assigned to our platoons and told what we were supposed to do.
The time had came, waving good-bye to my parents, I falled-in with the rest of my squad mates and were brought to collect our stuff and of course our arms, the SAR 21. Half-marching up the slope, it mark the beginning of my adventure in the army.
To be continue..
Battle won at 5:44 PM
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