"I wasnt a hero in the war. But i served in a company of heroes."

The Army Days - Part 1

Just another typical day in my life - Eating, Sleeping, Exercising, PSP-ing and TeeVee-ing. All these done in camp. How bout that?! Life's been pretty fast here. Like a motion picture played at 1.2 speed. Zap zup zap zup, and its already 2300H. Last time i checked my watch it was only 0900H. Serious. All i did in camp was to watch DVDs, listen to my MP3 and watch Band of Brothers. Oh, they were the DVDs i was referring to. And i finished the entire collection of it.

Anyways, so much so for doing duty in camp. Being tasked to take care of the company when nobody is around sounds like fun. No responsibility, no recruits, et cetera et cetera. But the mundane life in camp doing nothing really kills the shit out of me. Here's my take on MY own ARMY life experience.


Being enlisted to the army on 13th January 2007 was never a point in my life where i regretted. In fact, i had always been passionate about the army in one way or another. I bought toy rifles and army kits when i was a kid long time ago. I thought they were cool and great. Rambo and Arnold helped fan the flames of passion too. I used to think that i was in some kind of virtual battle against my micro machines, which i had placed them on the shelves a few metres away from my, pretending that i was attacking from long range. It was fun. Back in the days when the pellet gun werent banned yet, i used to play at the car parks, forming teams of 2 to "take out" one another. All the way from 1700H to about 2000H we would play. The battle zone would then spread out to the neighbouring blocks by then. It was Omaha, da bomb.

Army had always intrigued me with their sophisticated weaponry systems and vehicles. So being in the army on that day of 13th Jan 2007, was one where i was looking forward to. Making new friends, eating "great" food, getting all pumped up for a fitter and leaner bod and of course, the handling of the M16 itself. My life in BMTC wasnt all smooth sailing as many would have thought. It wasnt my most memorable nor was it my worst experience in the army. It just opened up my senses to a whole new lot of different type of people - the hypocrites, the wayang-ers, the lazy fucks & the Chao Keng-ers. My, did i have a hard time
in there. People didnt like me being too on, claiming that i was wayang. Cant help it you see if i'm too on. I had always been hyper active. And Hyper + army just dont mix well in some people's books i guess.


Then came SISPEC. One of my fondest memories serving time in the army. Met new people who were great and we just clicked really well. All my hard core chiong sua spirit was well appreciated by many. Unlike back then in BMTC. I guess, being here in SISPEC, the competition to go to OCS wasnt all that hot. The only problem was the posting, after BSLC. Many people didnt want to go to ASLC. Cause that means that you're a god damned trained INFANTRY for your NS life. And not many really liked being in it. We'll be like the smallest moving thing on the battlefield that's prone to Artillery fire, Mortar shells, Ambush, Missiles, Traps, Air strikes and mosquitoes to say the least. Not many wanted in. Not many. Even i.

I mean, i had always liked the shit that they throw at me, so i even asked my then-sect comd if i could be posted to Guards after BSLC. Guards - the overtrained infantry. Yeah, i liked it. Such irony cause i didnt want to go becoming an infantry man. Either you put me into a hard core chiong sua vocation or just make me go to the Police Force. Guards like many would know, have helibourne, cool gadgets to work with and most importantly, the Khaki beret. So what if people call it Sandbags on the head?

Truth is, sandbags aint that easy to carry. Let alone putting one one your head.





A bored almost broken soldier,
Me