im back, well i suppose,
been busy with army life as usual,
no time to for socialising and updating myself,
its all about training, field camps, punishments and fun.

just finished my 6 days field camp,
really an unforgettable experience from my point of view,
the whole thing is not really that tough but we had forces of nature to content with,
it was practically raining nearly everyday, which makes matters worse really,
we had to sleep with no shelter under the rain and ate biscuits under the trees,
real funny when i think back, but now it feels rather surreal,
the days seem to be passing rather fast nowadays, dont know if its just me.

okay, back to field camp experience,
day one wasnt really that bad, apart from the 8km route march,
i think everyones bag must have weighted ard 10-15kg,
added the steep and rocky terrain that we had to go through,
viola, a mishap that is bound to catch up on us,
my friend sprained his ankle on the way and some were like zombies,
after that, we set up the basha, which is like a cheap-o tent,
i kill the son of the bitch that created the thing in the first place,
it doesnt even protect you against the rain, i was drenched and soaked,
then the rest of the day was quite peaceful.

day two,
we had alot of lectures and they taught us the tactics that our army use,
amusing part was that they teach us the fire movement,
3 on 1, and if the ratio gets bigger which means if there is 3 of you and two enemies,
we are suppose to retreat, wonderful aint it, haha,
highlight of the day?...we had to leopard crawl on rocks because we fall in late,
i still have bruises from that shite.

day three, ( most memorable )
another bloody route march, which is 6km,
everyone was so fatigued by then, even the fittest look weak,
we had to sleep on the groundsheets this time,
one great thing, in the night, it rained non-stop for abt 5 hours,
some of my section mates amazingly managed to lay on the ground,
which is flooded and i was laying in this ground which is concaved,
so when the rain poured, i woke up to find myself in a mini-pool,
haha, i was practically sleeping in a pool for gods sake,
the whole night, i spent shivering and with teeth chattering,
some of my platoon mates gathered near a tree in groups,
we ate biscuits, yes biscuits, in the downpour,
it kinda reminded me of some scenario in a war movie or something,
most probably i would not go through this again in my life.

day four,
we dug shell-scrapes, mortified because most of us did not sleep the entire night,
but we just beared with it, i was like a zombie really,
i keep digging till one of the sergeants came and ask me how deep i want it to be because mine was deep enough to be called a grave,
really funny, i was like laughing when he said that and my sergeant just tell me it was good,
but the highlight was sleeping it in, nothing beats sleeping in your own grave,
take it from me, after toiling and sweating making it, you do feel satisfied,
nothing eerie happened, except the sounds of the fucking wildboars,
i wish i could have life rounds so i could silence them up.

day five,
was woken up by the thunderflash, which is like a booming grenade,
the sound was not really that bad, but it was kind of fun,
we had to prone and take cover while it lasted,
then after that we were fucked in the morning coze some assholes did not wear their helmets and vest,
the usual, but with 80 counts of jumping jacks with rifle, by the 70 count i was practically on the verge of dying,
fatigued and with blisters on feet, it added the insanity of the thought that i could handle this shit,
really woke me up and made me realise the endurance my body has,
after that it was relaxing with the fire movement test,
highlight of the day, do not, i repeat DO NOT, shit in the jungle,
i swear the mosquitoes there are like trained professionals, they ambush you when least expected,
take it from a person who received 30 over bites on his ass, haha,
i wish i had that gun thingy those pest controllers use instead of my rifle,
was practically vulnerable to them, fuck em mosquitoes.

day six, (most happiest day)
it rained again in the morning, and our shell-scrapped was flooded,
lucky it was in the morning, imagine sleeping in there, or worst dying while it rained,
burned the solid fuel that was supposedly for cooking purposes,
from far, i swear the people that surrounded it would look like some cult ceremonial thing,
covered the shell-scrapped and we proceeded on with our last obstacle,
the 70 - 80 metres leopard crawl, i was kinda proud of myself at the end of it,
not did i finish it fast, but it kinda made me realize how mentally strong you can be,
even though i was practically feeling worn out, somehow this body manage to conjure up energy,
it was insane.

oh wells, there you go, 6 days of field camp,
although it does not really seem long, i did manage to discover some hidden strength in me,
the patience with people especially, as i did not even burst out during the field camp,
which makes the 6 days an even more outstanding experience.

till nxt time, alright, now that im back home,
time to catch up what has been lost and keep myself on track.