Better Man

I orded on Monday last week. I collected my IC with mixed feelings. On one hand, I was glad that I am no longer a soldier but on the other hand, I felt a tinge of sadness at leaving a place I've stayed for 2 years. After all, the School of Military Medicine was the place i spent the better part of my 2 years there. It was literally my second home. I spent more time in there than at my own home. I've suffered endless times in there and also enjoyed myself in there. I've sweated and cursed during deployments and extrications and mopp-cs. But I've also enjoyed playing PS2 until 3 am in the morning, playing free pool in the spec mess, playing soccer at night, going to the zhichar stall outside camp for supper, booking in late after watching late night movies, talking cock in bunk and of course, touching doraemon's head. MRF has been a hell of a ride. Looking back, i couldn't imagine how i could survive the journey without the company of all my platoon mates. I would like to thank all my platoon mates for making staying in bearable. MRF has made us from boys to men to brothers. We are a family. But of course, Encik isn't our father anymore. He never was, anyway.