"The songs we sing, the routes we march, are for us, for you and me."

And so 1 batch of recruits have passed yet again (I took 3 altogether already). A happy and fulfilling feeling seems to be the feeling that i'm feeling. Its always sad knowing that the group/ platoon of recruits that you have been with for the past 9 weeks, seeing them turning from noob fucks about army stuffs to at-least-knowledgeable about army stuffs is going away.

Gone were their "I'll sleep whenever i like!" days. Gone were their freedom of expression. Gone were their TV and computer time. And lastly, gone were those weak puny shit unfit bodies. Time passes. People come and go. Its sad. Sometimes, i feel so emo, i feel like crying. Period. The bonds that we shared. The moments that i screwed them for something wrong, for their own good will all be missed. Greatly. Speeches made will probably be remembered by a few, forgotten by many. It doesnt really matter to me cause what i had to offer, to perform my duty, to go the extra mile has always been my choice. What the recruits (now privates) want to take away from me, is up to them. I can never buy all 100% of them, i know...

POP was the as usual. Except the fact that i had to march down to the parade to acknowledge that i've "inspired" the Company best recruit (CBR). Oh, for those who dont know, the CBR came from my section. And as the sect comd, i had to be there with him. It was pretty nerve wrecking at first. All eyes were on you. Parents. Brothers. Sisters. Girlfriends. Cameras. Yes. For a moment, i was the star attraction. An attraction which i would rather not want really. I mean, the recruit did it. Its his day. I'm just lucky to have good recruits i guess. Good enough recruits to be recognized as Delta Force in Quebec company. Oh well, not complaining though. Really.


Anyways, the next batch coming in 2 days time and its gonna be a hectic day. I wont be booking out anytime soon until the 30th of June. Dont feel like going out anyways. Save money. Being in camp is a shitty feelin', i know. Especially for 2 kinds of people - Recruits and People who's gonna ORD soon. I'm the latter and yet, its such irony that i want to stay. Desperate times, calls for desperate measures. I need to save money. My account have been sucked dry. The worst dry spell ever since i was a civillian - unpaid, unworked & unemployed. Sad. But its true. I need a miracle to sustain me. And this staying back in camp is prolly one of them. Me inheriting part of Bill Gates' wealth is prolly the other one.

My recruit asked me to join them for dinner after POP. To be honest, i'd love to join. But the headaches, the situation that i'm in, the limited time i have until my next duty in camp, i really couldnt bring myself to go. I knew that today was the last time prolly i could ever see them once again. Busy schedules from both sides would soon resurface again and like my 1st batch, we couldnt meet up till now. Its been 7 months plus plus. Sad.

Maybe someday pal. After i ORD and you a commander, i'm sure we'll find the time to meet up. Someday pal. Someday.




Your Sgt,
Wachaoski