Already 2 months plusplus has passed, and yet another batch of recruits have passed out. It seems like only last week that I've seen them enlist, all blur and scared, the lowest life-form on Earth and now they've gone on to become more confident soldiers, already no longer 'recruits' but 'privates', albeit still one of the lowest life-forms on Earth. As Platoon Sergeant Khaliff once made us recite when I was a recruit and getting giddy with excitement having just passed out as a private:
"REPEAT AFTER ME: Private not big f**k"
What a party-pooper.
And so it has come to pass, that my 3rd batch of recruits have come and gone. I hope I've trained them well, just as I've trained the other 2 batches before them. This batch certainly holds certain memories for me. They've caused me a lot of pain, yet a lot of satisfaction too, in training them and seeing them improve over time. They can be a bunch of irritating irritants who irritate irritatingly because of their never-ending teasing over the SDC girl (don't ask), yet they were sweet (sweet?that's just GAY uh) enough to present me with a gift on their last day: A copy of FHM Magazine, June Edition O_O haha. And its not just the magazine per se, there were personalized handwritten messages for me inside. Of course, I'm more curious about reading the articles and the messages written in the magazine, nothing else. And I also had the honour of being the Contingent Sergeant-Major in their Graduation Parade just now, a first for me.
After the Parade, they had a crazy celebration, grabbing us commanders and throwing us up in the air and all over the place. Geez! And as I prepare for the enlistment of my 4th batch this Friday, and I step down from my post as Platoon Sergeant and my successor Alex takes over me, I reflect: 1.5 more batches and its ORD OH!!! =)
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