At Journey’s End

Disclaimer: I’ll be putting some names in this post, but in a good way, so do not feel offended

2 years. 104 weeks. 730 days. Over.

Initially, I wanted this blog to be a testiment to my life in the army, a sort of plaque that says “You’ve done it! Well Done!”. But as the days passed, it didn’t turn out that way due to lack of content, which is because recently, there is nothing much to talk about. Enough of the nitty-gritty, let’s do the retrospective.

Earlier in the course of the army, I was just a boy, as said in early posts. Immaturity and the “fish-out-of-water” mentality means a poor performance. Add that with a splash of regimentation and vulgarities, and the result was chaos. Like an irritant in the messy mucus in an oyster. To be honest, I didn’t remember much of my times in Tekong. But I remember my time in Maju, and then some.

Let’s not talk about what I have done, but on what I have felt, or changed. Grown-up and mature is one thing. Depressed and pesimistic is another. During the course, I have not learnt much in terms of skill, but in life’s lesson, it’s in the truck load. Time management is important and I don’t want to waste time now.

I vividly remembered what one of my captain said.
“You just close your eyes, and when you open, you’ll be out of the army before you know it”
- CPT Kelson

I hate to admit it, but it is quite true. Even before your brain can contemplate the fact that you are holding a pink IC, you are already in the working world, fighting for a rice bowl.

Now, that irritant in the oyster has grown to become a pearl.

I don’t really know what else to write, because my mind is full of emotion and mixed feelings. Think I’l show my appreciation then.

I would like to thank some of my commanders as they brought some light to our dark lives inside. I would like to thank my friends and family for understanding the fact I’m going though a difficult time. To say I won’t miss Maju Camp would be a bit of a lie, but I still hate the army as the boy who entered service 2 years ago. Yes, there were good times, but most of them are bad.

Lastly, I would like to thank the readers for putting up with my lack of grammar, vocabulary and content. I sincerely wish everyone who is reading this all the best in whatever you do.

Time is a valuable commodatity. Treasure it.

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