9/18/2009 06:35:00 PM
Friday, September 18, 2009
to begin with..
i used to hate camp. all the training, all the regimentals stuffs and all that jazz. From field camps to ippts.hmm.. 2 months felt so fast. ramadhan felt even faster. POP ended in a jiffy.
I got what i wanted, a vocation that has nothing to do with guns.But, theres this gutted feeling. Like as if ive lost a girlfriend. emptiness.
i was really starting to get used to camp life. and of course the friends. the teasing the jokes and whatnots. it was all falling into place. i no longer had issues with the training. to me it was like, ah normal ah.it was beginning to feel like.. fun. sharing of our foods in the bunk. secretly smoking at night. the ghost stories, of course we all had our differences. but it somehow subsides. and we all are good again.
hmm. i guess i'll just have to see whats in store for me in my new posting.
Manpower S1 Branch Transport Training Center. Hopefully i'll get clerk or whatever that starts at 8ama nd end at 5pm no stay ins.
ive said this, and im going to say this agai;
"I. am private khairul, born and raised in 3Guards, Charlie Company, Platoon 9. Its been a hell of a ride. Some may leave, Some may stay. But our friendship stays. Our memories stays, our PRIDE stays."
and to end this entry, i will sum it up with pride.
I, am a Guardsman Warrior.
Resolute in Loyalty, Steadfast in Commitment.
We fight for our Country, our Home, and our Family.
Land warriors from Air and Sea.
Unfailing in Toughness, Valiant in our Action.
We destroy all foes who challenge our Mission.
We, are Elite Warriors.
With Daring Initiatives.
We rule the Day, We rule the Night.
Always Ready!
READY TO STRIKE!
well, was a guardsman warrior.
I love 3 Guards.
roger and out.
