I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine,
He said he's waited his whole damn life for this,
I knew him well when he was seventeen,
Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.
And, so
Everybody's gone to war,
But we don't know what we're fighting for,
Don't tell me it's a worthy cause,
No cause could be so worthy.
If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober,
If hope is a song I guess it's all over,
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don't want to die.
I knew him well when he was seventeen,
Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.
And, so
Everybody's gone to war,
But we don't know what we're fighting for,
Don't tell me it's a worthy cause,
No cause could be so worthy.
If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober,
If hope is a song I guess it's all over,
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don't want to die.
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Season's greetings from here in Singapore! This year, I totally failed at culturing any festive mood in myself: the motivation was just not there. Focus has been anywhere but on Christmas, especially in a place like Singapore that isn't even a Christian country, where most people don't even know anything about Christmas except that it's a public holiday. Today at church I heard carols that I missed so much, never even had the time to revisit. Truly, they reminded me of good times past. Oh well.
Tonight it's back to camp, it's also probably the last time I'll see my parents for some time... Until March, at least. Quite sad. But there's nothing for it, I guess. The next book out will be on the 30th I believe, for New Year celebrations.
Well, the last 2 days I've been down with throat infections, feeling feverish etc. Only since I booked out of camp on the 23rd night. It's quite a bit better now, but my throat is still sore and the infection is still around. Zzz, it's all the stupid army's fault.
Short post today, got to head off to a family Christmas lunch, then I don't have much time after before I have to head off to Pasir Ris (extreme East side of Singapore) to catch the shuttle to the ferry terminal.
I'm starting to understand the logic behind things like shaving the heads of all recruits, the disallowance of any sort of accessory, the same uniform everyone has to wear etc. (Yes, I am bald now. Shut up.) The idea seems to be to minimise the personal traits of each person, emphasising on the idea that all individials should be made as alike as possible. Some psychological reasons I suppose, to "help" people to adapt.
Have to go now, had more to say, but maybe another time.
Merry Christmas!
Season's greetings from here in Singapore! This year, I totally failed at culturing any festive mood in myself: the motivation was just not there. Focus has been anywhere but on Christmas, especially in a place like Singapore that isn't even a Christian country, where most people don't even know anything about Christmas except that it's a public holiday. Today at church I heard carols that I missed so much, never even had the time to revisit. Truly, they reminded me of good times past. Oh well.
Tonight it's back to camp, it's also probably the last time I'll see my parents for some time... Until March, at least. Quite sad. But there's nothing for it, I guess. The next book out will be on the 30th I believe, for New Year celebrations.
Well, the last 2 days I've been down with throat infections, feeling feverish etc. Only since I booked out of camp on the 23rd night. It's quite a bit better now, but my throat is still sore and the infection is still around. Zzz, it's all the stupid army's fault.
Short post today, got to head off to a family Christmas lunch, then I don't have much time after before I have to head off to Pasir Ris (extreme East side of Singapore) to catch the shuttle to the ferry terminal.
I'm starting to understand the logic behind things like shaving the heads of all recruits, the disallowance of any sort of accessory, the same uniform everyone has to wear etc. (Yes, I am bald now. Shut up.) The idea seems to be to minimise the personal traits of each person, emphasising on the idea that all individials should be made as alike as possible. Some psychological reasons I suppose, to "help" people to adapt.
Have to go now, had more to say, but maybe another time.
Merry Christmas!