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Diary
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Army blues
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A STORY! All persons resembling characters here are purely coincidental. The author's pompousness is not present in real life but is only designed to add humor to the article.
I haven't been blogging for a long
time. I'm too busy looking out for my own ass in camp and when i come out i'm too lazy to blog. I have finished a third of my course. 1 more month of hardship and it will all be over. The third phase of the course is slack. chicken feet.
I have been encountering many problems in camp. I sometimes let my ego get in the way of things. I know that compared to the rest of the trainees I am kindoff like a higher tier soldiers because they involuntarily went to FDS due to bad BMT performance but I went because I said "NO! I DO NOT WANT TO BE A COMMANDER!" on the express interest form. And I know that I screw up less than the others. Some of the others anyway. And I know that even if I am better I don't have to brag about it, but I still act like a big shot, just because I'm the company physical training instructor. I try to be authoritative when I am in charge because I like to get things done fast. The first week into my job I was already aware that platoon 2 and 3 people didn't like my arrogance(to put it humbly this is it). But when I relayed the info to my section and asked for feedback they told me to "heck care them la" and "tell them to f* off" so I just ignored the problem. But I have resolved to try extra hard since I answer to my own conscience and finally to god, and not to man.
This week I had a torrid time in camp. One of the staff sergeants in my base is a b*. He is a small fry acting big. My bro is like, 1,2,3...7 ranks higher than him and he doesn't resemble this small fry sergeant 1 bit. Worst thing is, he got a mouth shaped like a pig and pungent like a rotting corpse as well as a butt as large as a pregnant pig it's no wonder he cannot find a girlfriend. i still remember when he frist introed himself to us he said he had a wife, "my Toyota Altisssss". He tried to sound very proud of it, but everyone knew that he had trouble getting a girlfriend because of his mule-like stubbornness and inclination to act like a big shot although he's a damn small fry.(My bro's a small fry but he's 7 ranks above this fub. draw your own conclusions.)Anw this fub did not allow me and 2 other trainees to go for our medical appointments. The HQ and the sergeants even promised Joseph's mum, ex staff sergeant, that he will be let out at 330pm, but he was onlyt released at 1800 hrs. We actually wanted to sue this fub, but we are undoubtedly aware that he might try to make things difficult for us in future, so we will let this one pass. Because I did not get my session of damage limitation to my knee this week its condition has deteriorated. I feel worried because I want it to recover as quickly as possible for reasons I both want and do not want to disclose.
Anw this week was very frustrating. I got punished a lot of times because others cocked up. I am about to get punished because i tried to help my platoon and cocked up. This is life. Anw I tried to help the bookin bookout IC write down the platoon names on the book, but my handwriting as everyone knows is big( to say it is of gargantuan proportions would even be an understatement) and I did not leave space for the NRIC, which was a new instruction passed down by the fub. So i will probably get confined next week, and with everyone else only having a day off because of life firing I will probably only smell the fragrance of my own bed 2 weeks from now. Standley, the ic, peeved me for a while when he tried to think of a reason to cover up the truth from the fub. I do not condone such cowardice, unlike in my bmt days when I cock up majorly(I have since sworn to an army life of integrity and impeccable character), but i can understand why others do it. I am kind of battle-hardened, after so many punishments in bmt. I am more numbed by others. Scoldings from sergeants I don't like go in and out of my ears like food going in and out of a malfunctioning digestive system.
Anw, wish me luck in my quest to be a better person. I will assasinate ego, cultivate positive thinking into my daily routine as well as think carefully, thoroughly and patiently before i try to help others. If time is insufficient and I am unsure, I will not attempt to do anything extra, just the bare minimum that everyone is doing. This will be my motto for the week ahead. If it fails i will have to think up sumthin else. For now this is it. See u in a fortnight. Elite soldier private mun signing out.
11:20 p.m. - 2006-07-15
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