Thursday, 17 July 2008
I was just about to start on my homework last night when I noticed a rather innocent-looking envelope on my table.
Yet something caught my eye; the SAF crest emblazoned on the front of the letter.
My suspiscions immediately flared up.
"Report to Hendon Camp on 24/7/2008 7.45am for a full medical review, physical evaluation, psychology assesment and interview"
Translation: Next thursday be at the Commando camp where you get to pull down your pants and cough, do a hardcore commando-standard NAPFA test, do 250 multiple choice questions, and be asked whether you enjoy killing poor defenceless animals for food.
Evidently, I was selected for the screening process.
Its an honour to be part of this. So many yearn to be one. So few actually make it through.
I have no idea why I was chosen. I'm no canoeist; I only have slightly above average physical strength. My IQ is a mere 130. By all means, I wouldn't stand out.
Yet somewhere, somehow, someone decided that I had potential as a candidate.
Although I never harboured any ambitions in this aspect before, I've made up my mind.
Given this chance, I'll take it.
I won't miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.


Now, another notion springs to mind.
If I enter commando, felix enters diver, and shi hao enters normal bmt.
There is no chance that any of us will be in the same unit or platoon.
I guess the three of us had to walk different paths eventually(I hope to god this doesn't sound gay). This will be my life to come.

But at the same time, I'm glad.
Given how completely screwed up my heart is right now, I can now leave all relationships behind when I do enter the unit.
Being in an all-male environment once more would allow me to eventually heal those emotional scars that I seemingly carry with me.