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Graduated Assemblage
14.9.08 . 11:47 |
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 It's been a while since the day we officially passed out and left the island. There were no fanciful parades, celebratory tossing of jockey caps, visiting parents or loads of photo-taking for us, but I'm sure that's okay. We were among the first to leave anyway. And so, with my field pack on my back, I lugged along my intensely massive duffel bag, not without some help, to the ferry terminal. Simultaneously, the past 7 weeks flashed across my mind. It's that point in time when you feel, "Wow, you mean it's actually over?" Suddenly, the entire experience felt like it was too short; there's like some lingering aftertaste that makes you want to keep coming back for more. Maybe it's because I reluctantly took almost 2 weeks off near the end, but then again I'm pretty positive it's not just me. It isn't that I have, at long last, obediently accepted conscription and all its possible repercussions. I have not. I guess it's the people that make all these more bearable. People are inevitably different from one another in more ways than one, but thank goodness for really supportive bunk mates and fairly sane platoon mates. Am really grateful for all the physical help and emotional support when I needed them most. That aside, well, honestly there's nothing much left to say. I think I've come out a worse person who now believes in doing the bare minimum, who avoids tasks as much as possible, who loves going to the doctor and getting excuses.... and the list goes on. Hopefully it's just temporary. My very persistent cough and really bad throat have also just become better. Once I thought I was going to die. One good thing? I lost a notable amount of weight, considering that cookhouse food portions are large and I haven't actually done much physically-demanding activities during these 7 weeks, save the carrying of the 6723678-pound duffel bag and field pack on the last day. Oh well. I'm praying for a really good 8-5 vocation and unit that's near my home. To all newly passed out privates, good luck on your posting. To all newly or to-be enlisted recruits, well, good luck. Well I'm going home, back to the place where I belong Labels: army, reminiscent |
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