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Symptoms of A Failing Heart

Saturday, August 19, 2006

A Taste Of Nature

seNGET crossed his heart at 12:37 AM  
yes ah, i'm back again mother fuckers! and this time with much more things/stories to say. but i'm gonna keep it short first cause i'm so fucking exhasted, tired and sleepy due to my field camp last sunday. i got to have a real taste of nature during the 5 days 4 nights at pulau tekong which drained alot of my energy. now my eyes are half-dead while typing this post.


nevertheless, it was a real fun and interesting trip as i got to learn alot of things. most important of all, i FINALLY got to SHIT IN THE WILD man. wahahahaha. i tell you, it was such a once in a lifetime experience! i even shitted twice (what the fuck). luckily, it went better than i thought cause the 8 shithole was already dugged by our medic. if not, how could one dug a hole when he couldn't even hold his shit. well, the thing is, the shithole is out in the open with no cover.


therefore, how could a shy guy like me, be so daring enough to "expose" myself. so i only shit in the early morning when the sun's not up yet. just imagine, i had to carry a touchlight so that i can AIM properly and wipe my ass. hahaha! shitting in the wild sure brings me closer to nature, i can almost feel it. hoho. i even had to bring my rifle everywhere i go, that includes shitting. thank god the smell at the toilet area wasn't that bad too. if not, i could have faint.


okok, enough of these shitting stuffs. i know you guys are almost grossed out. besides shitting, protecting our rifle is the number one priority in this field camp. as most of you would know, our superiors/commanders would come around in the middle of the night to our tent and try to steal our rifle if we won't keep it well. i had to sling it and hold it tight everytime i sleep. we are also not allowed to lose anything else that the SAF provided us, or else, there would be confinement.


speaking of confinement, i'm sad to say, weitong actually got 3 x confinement due to misfire. i can never believe he actually did that. what a careless mistake he did but i'm proud he took the punishment like a man unlike some of my other platoon mates who tried begging/crying with our superiors. at the end of the field camp, alot of recruits from all platoon got confinements because of these such careless things.


I MUST SAY, the combat ration (spicy/non-spicy to choose from) we received, sucks big time! at first it tasted alright, but slowly as you get to eat more day by day, it gets suckier each time. don't be cheated by the meals they have, like chicken bryani, pasta and stuffs. they all taste like crap/dog food. only the biscuits and deserts are decent. for the rest, you can't possibly imagine how bad it taste. how i miss home-cooked food at that time.


okay, the first day of our field camp is the most thrilling one cause all of us got to throw REAL FRAG GRENADE. hohoho. just before the throw, i can feel my hands shaking and sweating alittle before i released it onto the target area. fortunately, nothing bad/unlucky happen to me and i didn't "slamdunk" the grenade. my platoon Commander who was beside guiding me, was on safe hands. haha. in short, it was one hell of an experience. the explosion was so huge and loud that even our ear plugs didn't help much. how i wish i could throw it again.


for the first few days of the field camp, it was building/constructing of our campsite, plain theories of movements, then the practical lessons of group movement, section movement and battle course where we got to split into our own section and go to our assigned area for practice. time flies during that period.


on the third day, we had our BIC (battle innoculation course) where we get to leopard-crawl/back-crawl under barb-wired obstacle and trench on a 80m long stretch of sandy and rocky path. also, machine guns with live ammunition were just firing over us so thats no way that we can stand up (thats what they said, but it totally safe). the course wasn't as tough as what the commanders has said but the abrasion on our elbow were bad enough.


during the last night of our field camp was actually the most exciting one of all. we had a 'turnout', which means some kind of stimulating a artillery bombardment. it happen in the middle of the night where we were all still soundly asleep. when they woke us up with the thunderflash, smoke grenade, firing blanks and siren, it was like a nightmare. i was barely alive and shock at that time. so as intructed, i quickly grab my SBO, helmet and rifle before running to the assembly ground. as usual, most people were walking when falling in, so we all got fucked. everyone had to do push-ups and stuffs, it didn't felt good at all. after more physical training, we got to go back in and unpack all our tents and rubbish.


we were later told that there would be a 10km route march after that. but turns out its just a prank. in the end, the 10km route march was actually a 10m dash to the shop house while screaming CHARGE!!! as we'll be spending our night there.


in the middle of the night, i woke up because i couldn't hold my bladder, thanks to the 1litre of water we drank earlier on. so i went to the drain beside the shop house to do my business. halfway through, i saw a couple of guys walking and fired a round, then they threw a smoke grenade. they spotted me and threw a smoke grenade onto near where i was pissing. i was like "WHAT THE FUCK?, another turnout?!?!". in no time, thunderflash, the siren and more shots were fired, so i quickly rushed back and take my SBO and helmet in the mist of the smoke. it all happened so fast, i haven't even button my pants and i had to fall in straight away. it was fucking hilarious.


anyway, we were all actually supposed to book out tomorrow instead but our OC was good enough to let us go earlier. not forgetting on thursday when we came back from our field camp, they let us book out from 5pm and come back by 11pm so that we can have dinner at a decent shopping centre. i'm so lucky to be in cheetah company.


sad thing is, now i have to book in on sunday morning at 9am first for field pack inspection. because of a minority of people who couldn't pack their bag, which pissed off our OC. so our PS had to make us come back early to learn how to pack. if we're good enough, we can book out straight away if we pass and then book in again at night. it's such a waste of time and money.


2 more weeks to POP! i can't wait.
and i still hate my botak hair! fuck it!


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