I had the worst experience from my unit yesterday. Worst experience ever. If there is any consolation, I am proud to say that I am an operationally ready soldier.
Monday, 28 November 2005, 6.00pm
Platoon Sergeant: "Albert, can you go back to camp tomorrow by 8am. I need you as an SA [system administrator] for another exercise that the unit is supporting."
Me: "eh...[still recovering from my initial shock]...[still wondering whether I was dreaming or not]...okay...[Sh*t I said to myself, shouldn't have rescheduled my dental appointment to Wednesday]
Monday, 28 November 2005, 6.10pm
I logged out from my computer and began what I would never forget as the fastest packing of my bag for book in. Hastily, I ironed all my uniforms, folded three of them into smart No. 4, packed my boots, sandals, slippers and other essential items into my duffel and waited for my uncle to fetch me to camp later that night.
Monday, 28 November 2005, 9.30pm
Reached camp. Spent one hour unpacking.
Tuesday, 29 November 2005, 6.30am
Breakfast at the cookhouse. I missed my own scrambled eggs and toast. I want my cup of fresh milk!
Tuesday, 29 November 2005, 7.30am
Leslie booked in. Great! Someone to accompany me. Henry joined us too! We waited in bunk for the office to be opened while I lamented over the fact that I have yet to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Arrgh!!!
Tuesday, 29 November, 8.50am
Carried our stores and left for Pasir Lebang Camp.
Tuesday, 29 November, 5.00pm
Reached home. Phew!
---Irony of Life---
