Alph, Jason, Mark & Tok

It's been a week already. I'm now a SCT a.k.a. Specialist Cadet Trainee. I do all the nonsense a normal Infantry Unit man would do, just that I'm more of a commander rather than a follower. In short, I chiong with my men following behind me. And will die protecting them!(okay, thats bullshit.)

Let's take a little memory lane down back to a few months ago when I was still a recruit back in Pulau Tekong...
Back then, I hated the time where I had to book out almost every Saturday and book in on the following evening.
It sucks to know that I will be on an island so small that you got no place to run if I ever decided to be an AWOL soldier.
Hated the times where we all get fucked over every silly mistake that was committed by other people.
The stand by area where Sergeants will find small little holes with dust that you thought they will never notice and get fucked all over again.
The times where my platoon mates pester me all day long to clear the dust bin bag because its so god damn full that all the rubbish are puking out, and still I'm too lazy to do it.
Toilet visiting at night with Mark, Jason and Tok because all of us are too scared to go alone or in pair.
Bringing in too much Chicken in a Bisket and got taxed by the Sergeant.
I can't forget the smile Ah Tok always wore on his face.
Jumping around from places to places with Mark, doing every shit together.
Looking at stuff Alph put all over the fuck shop.
Listening to Jason complain the next day when he himself didn't sleep early the previous night.
All of these jokers listen to me complain how tired even though I'm always sleeping wherever I go.


Graduates that passed out from Pulau Tekong always tell us how we will miss BMT once we move on to our unit. I couldn't really understand them because I myself have yet to pass out back then. Now that I've move on to SCS, I do really miss these people. I don't miss BMT, I miss where we made promises to each other that we will go through all the high-keys together and pass out together feeling damn bloody proud that we had each other and went through all kinds of nonsense the command team set out for us. I miss facing the floor with every single one of them and still laugh about it while doing it.

We walked, we crawled, we prone, we run,
We marched, we cried, we hugged, we passed out.

Good times don't last but memories does.
Tough times don't last but tough man does.

To Alph, Jason, Mark & Tok:
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through