Secret War Journal[21 December 2012]
The fabled doomsday. While people were worrying whether the conspirators were right about 21 December 2012 being the end of the world, a small group of people were readying themselves for a parade that most of them had been looking forward to. The 13th Specialist Cadet Graduation Parade. After around 5 months of training to become a specialist, I have finally joined the ranks of many others to become a specialist.
No one said it was going to be easy. I had no illusion. There was much hardship. Like someone once told me. Life without challenge is without meaning. I hate to admit it but that is indeed true.
Suppose I were to attend the course and everything was smooth sailing for me in every manner, I think that me would had taken the role and responsibilities of being a specialist for granted. In addition, I would not feel proud to be part of the specialist family.
In fact, my course was not as easy as everyone else thought it would be. As some of my social circles would know, I am not exactly a very physically fit person. During my course, I was that close to failing it because I was having difficulty doing chin-ups then. Until now, I am not really sure why the number of pull ups I could do just fell by so much in the span of one week. I am guessing I had a really bad case of muscle fatigue.
It was through the help and support from my room mates did I manage to pass it in time. Thank you guys! For suffering with me and participating in physical training at night when it is your break time. ^^
When I passed the physical aspect hurdles of the course, it is time to concentrate on the technical details of my course. From carrying a heavy round (as heavy as a human being!) to sweating non-stop in the unforgiving sun. I would not say this is a kind of job that others imagine working in for the majority of their life. But hey, that is what I was tasked to do, and did we had.
Thus, it was with great pride that the lot of us graduated from the parade as specialist. If you were to ask me if I rather do something else in the army, I think it is likely I would stick to my guns. After all, once a gunner, always a gunner. Man, I am such a sucker. Hahas!
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." - Winston Churchill
The fabled doomsday. While people were worrying whether the conspirators were right about 21 December 2012 being the end of the world, a small group of people were readying themselves for a parade that most of them had been looking forward to. The 13th Specialist Cadet Graduation Parade. After around 5 months of training to become a specialist, I have finally joined the ranks of many others to become a specialist.
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| March Pass, saluting to Chief Of Army, Singapore |
No one said it was going to be easy. I had no illusion. There was much hardship. Like someone once told me. Life without challenge is without meaning. I hate to admit it but that is indeed true.
Suppose I were to attend the course and everything was smooth sailing for me in every manner, I think that me would had taken the role and responsibilities of being a specialist for granted. In addition, I would not feel proud to be part of the specialist family.
In fact, my course was not as easy as everyone else thought it would be. As some of my social circles would know, I am not exactly a very physically fit person. During my course, I was that close to failing it because I was having difficulty doing chin-ups then. Until now, I am not really sure why the number of pull ups I could do just fell by so much in the span of one week. I am guessing I had a really bad case of muscle fatigue.
It was through the help and support from my room mates did I manage to pass it in time. Thank you guys! For suffering with me and participating in physical training at night when it is your break time. ^^
When I passed the physical aspect hurdles of the course, it is time to concentrate on the technical details of my course. From carrying a heavy round (as heavy as a human being!) to sweating non-stop in the unforgiving sun. I would not say this is a kind of job that others imagine working in for the majority of their life. But hey, that is what I was tasked to do, and did we had.
Thus, it was with great pride that the lot of us graduated from the parade as specialist. If you were to ask me if I rather do something else in the army, I think it is likely I would stick to my guns. After all, once a gunner, always a gunner. Man, I am such a sucker. Hahas!
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." - Winston Churchill
