Society is a loaded weapon
No one is exempt from the bullet within
El systema is a prime example
De lo que pasa cuando
The streets could be so fucked up
His destiny so fucked up
His face remain so deathless
This is war
And I swear that Im not giving up or giving in
This is war
Then I swear that Im not giving up or giving in
Giving up
This is war
No one is exempt from the bullet within
El systema is a prime example
De lo que pasa cuando
The streets could be so fucked up
His destiny so fucked up
His face remain so deathless
This is war
And I swear that Im not giving up or giving in
This is war
Then I swear that Im not giving up or giving in
Giving up
This is war
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Well I'm back from field camp, long proclaimed as the highlight of basic military training, both in terms of horror and lessons learnt.
Oh yes, David and the gang are back from Japan, from what he tells it they had a great time. Wish I could have been there. I definitely should have. Enough said.
The commanders told us that we would come out of field camp a different person. I beg to differ, in my case at least. I know of many who were indeed transformed by the experience... For me it was just more torture heaped up on my head. It was supposed to make us appreciate the things we took for granted more. I think that happened to me during the first few days of National Service already. Took me much less time to learn that there are many things that we have and use everyday that we could live without.
As for field camp, 6 days without a shower it was. Painful experience. I only expected irritation in terms of being dirty and sweaty 24/7 for the duration of the camp. For the first few days this was so. Then I knew something had to give, and it did. My back broke into painful heat rashes that stung like needles when in contact with sweat and pressure, not fun at all. If not for them, perhaps field camp wouldn't have been so hard to bear. Terrible experience, but it gets a lot worse after BMT, so let's not think about that anymore.
Had a whole heap of stuff to post about, but due to, ahem, time constraints (I know I suck at time management, but hey cut me some slack ok. I get enough of that in camp) I shall keep it very brief.
I'll put it in this way, at the end of the field camp, I can at least cross off a lot of things on my life's "things I've done" list.
I'll elaborate more during the Chinese New Year week, from about Tuesday to Sunday, which I should hopefully be getting off. In the meantime, I have a second field camp -.- commencing tomorrow, until Tuesday. The difference is, this is a sort of leadership assessment thing, so it's a lot more physically tiring, just to see how you work under stress. Put simply, more torture. Good thing this one's a bit shorter than the full field camp, but probably going to be worse. I'll wrap both the camps up in a monster post during that week, so watch this space ^^.
Today I went out with one of my bunkmates, and for the first time I took the trouble to go out for the sole purpose of good food. Went out, had a nice lunch, NYDC for the best oreo cheesecake I've tasted yet. Never thought I'd see the day. But I find that spending my book out time outdoors and doing stuff is a lot more satisfying at the end of the day than staying at home and doing nothing, especially the night you book back in and think back.
Got a lot of things to do during CNY, but there are a few people that I really need to meet up with, make sure I budget for that.
I'm running late again, I'll be back Tuesday or Wednesday night, and the next post will come in that week.
Bye.
Well I'm back from field camp, long proclaimed as the highlight of basic military training, both in terms of horror and lessons learnt.
Oh yes, David and the gang are back from Japan, from what he tells it they had a great time. Wish I could have been there. I definitely should have. Enough said.
The commanders told us that we would come out of field camp a different person. I beg to differ, in my case at least. I know of many who were indeed transformed by the experience... For me it was just more torture heaped up on my head. It was supposed to make us appreciate the things we took for granted more. I think that happened to me during the first few days of National Service already. Took me much less time to learn that there are many things that we have and use everyday that we could live without.
As for field camp, 6 days without a shower it was. Painful experience. I only expected irritation in terms of being dirty and sweaty 24/7 for the duration of the camp. For the first few days this was so. Then I knew something had to give, and it did. My back broke into painful heat rashes that stung like needles when in contact with sweat and pressure, not fun at all. If not for them, perhaps field camp wouldn't have been so hard to bear. Terrible experience, but it gets a lot worse after BMT, so let's not think about that anymore.
Had a whole heap of stuff to post about, but due to, ahem, time constraints (I know I suck at time management, but hey cut me some slack ok. I get enough of that in camp) I shall keep it very brief.
I'll put it in this way, at the end of the field camp, I can at least cross off a lot of things on my life's "things I've done" list.
- Fired an M16 Rifle (blanks of course)
- Gone without a shower for 6 days
- Gone without brushing for 6 days
- Survived on 3 sets of unwashed uniforms for 6 days, amidst rigorous training regimes and being constantly assauged by sweat and exhaustion.
- Slept out in the open forest with nothing but a ground sheet, facing the stars
- Dug a shell scrape (In layman's terms, it's a one man trench. In army terms, it's your own grave. Doesn't provide any defence against modern airbust artillery fire ftw.) (Let me tell you, that was by far the most fscking exhausting thing throughout the whole camp. I felt sick when I finished for the rest of the night. No proper tools to dig with like spades, try just an Entrenching Tool. Took me 7 hours almost to dig a hole knee deep, 2 metres long and 1 metre wide.) (Don't ask me how they dig graves so fast in shows. I call BS.)
- Slept in the fscking shell scrape.
- Leopard Crawled (Another insanely tiring exercise) 80m (I was nearly dead from exhaustion after this, it's not as short as it sounds) under live GPMG (General Purpose Machine Gun) fire, with random Thunderflash explosions around.
- Came within 20 metres of a starving wild boar (not fun, was on shell scrape digging day as well. My poor friend's pack got ravaged by it for food. It had tiger stripes too!)
- Had my basha tent flood during a savage storm one night, forced to evacuate and stand in the rain for half the night.
- Marched 8km carrying about 20kgs of weight including a helmet and rifle in about 2 hours (This one is death. 12km one inc. for the next field camp tomorrow. QQ.)
I'll elaborate more during the Chinese New Year week, from about Tuesday to Sunday, which I should hopefully be getting off. In the meantime, I have a second field camp -.- commencing tomorrow, until Tuesday. The difference is, this is a sort of leadership assessment thing, so it's a lot more physically tiring, just to see how you work under stress. Put simply, more torture. Good thing this one's a bit shorter than the full field camp, but probably going to be worse. I'll wrap both the camps up in a monster post during that week, so watch this space ^^.
Today I went out with one of my bunkmates, and for the first time I took the trouble to go out for the sole purpose of good food. Went out, had a nice lunch, NYDC for the best oreo cheesecake I've tasted yet. Never thought I'd see the day. But I find that spending my book out time outdoors and doing stuff is a lot more satisfying at the end of the day than staying at home and doing nothing, especially the night you book back in and think back.
Got a lot of things to do during CNY, but there are a few people that I really need to meet up with, make sure I budget for that.
I'm running late again, I'll be back Tuesday or Wednesday night, and the next post will come in that week.
Bye.
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