On my white No. 1. Just before the parade. On my outer sleeve. When I'm at the first row.
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On another note...
See 3rd Coy the hands swing wrong again tsk...
And I just realize within this photo all at the first row I see the only CHS classmate that went through VJ and CDO with me; my BMT buddy; my medic school clique-mate; and one of my HQ threesome brother. Naise.
From dreading the selection, to enrolling into BMT, zero-fighter; shortlisted for leader's course; quarreled with PS; posted to Medic school; taking 45 minutes to prowl Nee Soon camp; cross-training; airborne course waking early in the morning; jumping out of the helicopter; back to battalion; fever at Seletar; Brunei; 35km with 35kg; 72km; Red Beret presentation; CSM runner; commando gold; Taiwan ATEC; clubbing nights; mahjong in Det Office; Thailand bilat; SAF Day's bird shit; President swearing-in at Istana; NDP; 4NTM; turnouts after turnouts; and finally... ORD...
