Its been quite long since i blogged properly, so i shall rush out a post before some crazy PT, while I have time :)
Life in army wasn't as tough as I thought (the exercising is though), probably because my platoon has nice sergants and commanders :)
Going through all the exercising and aclimatisation, I had many instances to think about what drives me and keeps me going when I'm pushed to my limits.
Its like the epiphanies when you are all dead tired, aching arms and legs, giddy and half-blurry vision, when you can only keep one thing in your mind to keep you going straight.
Haha, I nobody knows what I'm taling about so far, probably :P
My bunkmates will know though; clinging onto their families, friends and people they know.
Yet, we all have one fear, one that overrides every other concern about surviving in the army; to be forgotten by the rest if the outside world.
Being stranded in an offshore island surrounded by guys, behind all the tough faces, we are all a little afraid.
People in the outside world have no idea, how its like to be afraid to return to your home, to those you love, as a stranger...
Never before has it occured, that one day we might be detached from our normal lifes...
Will we come back again?
