It's lead me to more than just my red beret.
It's gotten me blisters, abrasion, muscle aches, tiredness, sun burns,
and also criticisms.
How great.
Getting fuck for doing your job.
What more, when you're shag.
And I'm not being recognized for all these shit that I'm doing.
Where's the point.
It's like what some others are saying:
it's not worthwhile.
But I guess I've been chosen,
and I have the responsibility to not disappoint my task appointer.
Maybe I should try harder to learn how to not care about what others are saying behind my back.
That'll be some life skill army equip me with.
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Such an eventful and meaningful milestone,
lets not spoil it.
Not that bad a walk after all.
Walking with my buddies together for most of the route;
even when we were shag, we pressed on;
even when we were sleeping, we moved forward. LOL.
Saw some mediacorp artist jogging and gave us some words of encouragement.
And guess what, we actually walked pass the President! (and I didn't know until after quite a while someone else told me, lol)
Guess he knew us commandos will be there that day, that's why there's only one bodyguard with me. Ha. Crap.
Reaching back to camp was a hugh relieve,
A heavy burden off my shoulder.
Because it simply means that the Red Beret's already in my hands.
Even when I couldn't even walk properly,
I felt a strength within.
The tiredness and shagness somehow disappeared.
And especially so on the actual parade itself. =]
This whole Commando journey so far;
Not bad an experience at all!
