Stifled...

Sunday, July 31, 2005

I'm Becoming A Freak...

I just came back from a 3 days 2 nights outfield exercise. It's training for Brunei because I'll be leaving for Brunei in 2 weeks' time. They say Brunei's training will be a fucking killer, thus they are preparing us for it.

We left on Thursday, going to Marsiling for training on how to cross water obstacles. That training sucks. We were made to cross a sort of lake which is fucking dirty and has tons of ferns and crocodiles. None of us got attacked by the crocs, but we sure had ferns all over us. After crossing the water 5 times, we were made to route march 8 km in the wet clothes, with our Full Battle Order (FBO) on. We ended at night and the rest of the night consisted of scolding, planning, sleeping and smacking mosquitoes.

Friday morning, we set off early for a navigation exercise, with FBO on. I was leading my team when I got them lost. Spent about 3 hours to find out 1st checkpoint. My buddy took over and we spent another 3 hours looking for the next checkpoint. Walked, or rather, bashed through the forest for a few more hours before we ended our exercise. We had another route march in the sweaty clothes after that. It took about 2 hours, and we climbed up 3 knolls. It was fucking tiring, and you can see the MG team and the 84mm RR team falling like dominoes. The march ended at around 11PM and the rest of the night was similar to the previous night.

Saturday was almost the same as Friday. We bashed through the forest, looking for checkpoints. I led my team for one for the checkpoint again. I got a little lost as I bashed a little further than we were supposed to, but I still managed to find the checkpoint in time. My buddy led us for 4 fucking hours before we found the next checkpoint. The next navigator led us to god-knows-where. He was totally lost. It rained in the afternoon, making our already wet clothes drenched. Walking around in the forest in wet clothes isn't exactly the way I'd like to spend my Saturday afternoons. Anyway, we managed to get outta the forest by 5.45PM. Took a tonner back to camp. Reached at around 6.30PM and thought that we could book out soon. But I found out that there's still a team stranded in the forest. They were eventually found at around 9.30PM. Apparently they got lost, couldn't find their way in the dark, and ran into hornets twice. That sure is a fucking unlucky team. I managed to book out at 11PM last night.

I developed rashes during the exercise. It's all over my body. My neck, legs, feet and hands. The worst part's my hand. I look like a fucking freak. It's kinda scared Jen and my mum. Bet it'll scare you guys too. Damn. Will report sick tomorrow.

Behold! This picture doesn't even do the real thing justice...

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Hanged @ 3:49 PM