It's only the fourth week and...

Lessons learnt in the SAF:

1) I will not call Sergeant a Sir, I will not call Sir a Sergeant...
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For quite some time, I have been calling my Platoon Commander a Sergeant... guess what? On the day he was really agitated with my platoon, I did it again. He called me to run up to the 4th floor, with my SBO and two full bottles, and shout the sentence in (1) there.

It's not that I can help it, but my brain has the impression that he is a Hardcore Sergeant, and when he smiles or talks to me, I feel something creeping up my shoulders...

The next victim from my section was worse off... He climbed to the same floor, shouted the sentence out, came down again and shouted the sentence TWENTY TIMES.

Next time I will try replying when I actually think about it.

2) Don't Piss any Sergeant Major off, for he will unleash whoop ass on you.
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On monday, we got the blues, and the Sergeant Major has the fire... We did strenous things with the SBO. Not nice at all... and he can really be the bastard he wants to....

Now the main problem is that he IS the superior I have to talk to about the Company Ultimate Frisbee Tournament... And it's not approved yet... AND I don't even know the proper procedure to propose this competition...

3) Doing anything strenous with SBO or FBO is not fun...
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Imagine doing pushups with extra weights.
Imagine running around with a dumbbell dragging you behind.
Go Figure...

4) Be vigiliant at the Live Range.
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Having live rounds and a rifle doesn't make anyone safe...

5) Never Assume, it makes an Ass out of you...
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-Blah Blah Blah...



What happened to my knee and shoulder:
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Well, after the Live Range, I had wanted to report sick for a cough and running nose that has been going on for two days... After seeing that the most of the people in my platoon are still going strong despite the coughing. I decided not to.

AND GUESS WHAT?

I sprained my knee again...

I was cleaning the fans in the morning, when upon springing down from the bed, I landed on my right knee and sprained it. It felt like the time when I sparred with another person in Judo, and upon doing a leg tripping technique, I concentrated on twisting my body to bring him down.

Guess what. I twisted my knee then.

It felt like my upper leg and lower leg was going to deviate from the normal joint direction it moves in. Quickly applied the R(I)CE method (no ice though), but the damage was done. What careless stuff was I doing man...

Now my right shoulder is hurting like hell. The Analgesic Tincture at home and the Tiger Patches are not working. It is still hurting even as I am typing this...

And this has to happen after I visit my Medical Officer... OF ALL TIMES...


What happened in my platoon:
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The end of the week IS a really bad end of the week. Luckily the range was over by then, or else something bad could really happen.

My section I/C got angry for the first time in four weeks. My section mate, affectionately known as the Geylang King, asked him to fill up his water bottle, and threw the bottle, unfortunately at some part of his hand. Whatever it is, my section I/C said it hurt like hell, and in his anger, threw his bottle on the ground and went off.

Now the Geylang King, upon seeing this, could feel his anger boiling, but he kept it down. The trouble came when we were about to fall in, and about to keep our bunk neat and tidy.

The Geylang King just hanged his clothes outside his wardrobe.

I insisted on him to keep his clothes, but upon refusing, I took the clothes and hung it in my wardrobe. I was about to leave the bunk, when he shouted at me, and holding my wardrobe, he threatened to pull mine down.

I was shocked. This is the first time I got threatened personally by my platoon-mate.

My buddy came in for me and argued on the current situation. But it was all in vain. In the end, we gave him back his clothes and crossed our fingers, hoping our superiors would not catch us for this.

The impulsiveness of him still carried on, up til the part my platoon was marching very ahead of me into the wild. Geylang King insisted on helping me on, but the progress went slower. Being the logical me, I insisted on him letting me go, but he, who is stubborn, is stubborn.

He, who thinks he's always right.

People in the platoon are getting heated over him.

Of course, on last Friday and Saturday people are still having heated arguements, up til the point of my book out today. What the Hell............