Hello, Mainland Singapore
Holy crap there’s actually a new entry on this blog and you’re reading it!
Well, I’m through with Basic Military Training and now am promoted to a Private from a Recruit. That’s almost like saying I went from a maggot to a maggot, but it’s the painful truth.
I have to cater this blog for the larger audience of non-NS personnel, so I have to spell out every single acronym. And in the army, the language is half acronyms and half vulgarities.
So I can’t say BMT. Neither can I say OCS. Or SISPEC. Or BCCT. Or IFC. Or SOC. OTOT. RO. IA. UO. IPPT. CDO. COS. CDS. DI. OC. CO.CSM. FS. CCI. MO. PC. PS. PT. CPT. IST. FAD. LBV. FBO. SBO. RCK. LAW. BAC. BIC. DB. FFI. IMT. OOT.
And I have gained the highly respectable and terrifying name of “milo”. Because SAF decided that everyone’s name should be printed with the initials of the chinese name, followed by the surname. Which resulted in the creation of MY LOW, as in my case.
But really, army hasn’t been that easy. Both physically and mentally.
Which is why having my Passing Out Parade yesterday was one of the happiest moments in my life recently. Um, clearly I haven’t had many happy moments.
Basic Military Training by itself, although supposedly being basic, is somewhat difficult to get through. And I dare say, quite impossible to get through without friends.
And that’s why I’m extremely glad to have some of the best people I could ever have in my platoon and bunk.
These are 50 people who refused to give up. We were the only platoon without a single recruit who dropped out of course!
And these are the guys who mess up the bunk I have to clean every damn day. I can’t believe we are still organising a chalet over the next week even though we have lived with each other for 8 weeks in another chalet already.
Well, that’s that. Army. There’s so much to say and so much I can’t say. Official Secrets Act, pfft.