What lies beneath

First day reporting to camp as a young 2nd Lieutenant, and i ended up with quite some emotions for me to make this effort to blog here. The day started off with quite an unexpected twist. As i was walking to my camp, cutting across car parks after alighting from a bus, i was approached by a lady. She seems to like a nurse or some sort coming from a home service ambulance. She asked for my help to push-start the ambulance. I was pretty stunned by the approach partly due to the loud voice she had, but i didn't reject to offer some of my almost worn-out muscles to get the job done.

I was thinking that's gonna be the good start for me, or at least for the day. But apparently that's the end of the bed of roses, after the good deed was over.

Got to camp only to see the usual rowdy platoon of 2nd Lieutenants crowding outside the room which we were expecting the orientation for newly commissioned officers to be held in. Pretty much used to the never-ending small talks among them, maybe it's just JC culture, the thing that irritates me most was their bearings. Everyone now dons the black bar on their shoulders, yet the uniform they put on was much worse than recruits.

Not that i'm someone who likes things to be overly neat and tidy, but i always feel that as a role model for many, like it or not, officers are being judged by many, we should present ourselves with a better image whenever possible. That's why i always put in effort getting my smart 4 ironed, even if that means sacrificing some time away.

The overkill then shifted to the boring and dry lectures we had, to educate us more about our job scope and expected duties as officers. Sitting through the long and dry talks especially early in the morning can be quite a demanding task.

Then the next irritating issue i felt was one of my fellow course mate, also now a young second lieutenant, was crying out loud that why are we always demanded to pay for events/dinners pertaining to military concerns, even though we just don't feel like going. And young Mr. Lee once again made his voice heard again by agreeing on the fact that why for example commissioning ball, we has newly commissioned officers has to fork out money to pay for the instructor. He was particularly referring to the Armour officers who have to pay almost $450 for their commissioning ball.

As much as we don't like to be called upon to get things done not the way we wanted, sometimes we just have to get it done, no matter what. Perhaps what the 2 of them failed to see that the higher authorities can also be in dilemma. Just try putting yourself in their shoes and i deemed anyone who agrees that it's hard to satisfy everyone.

Lastly, my posting was changed to 3 Sig Battalion. I was pretty upset about it, reason being that i didn't go through specialization under 3 Sig Bn, thus it might just be a little hard for me to absorb. I was pretty excited looking forward to working in 8 Sig Bn. But now it seems like i have to go through another 1 month of trainee life when the induction program starts in 3 Sig Bn on 3rd Jan.

Finally the one which literally silence everything was seeing how my friends were all leading a much better life. All getting attached here and there and they all look blissful. Good things don't last. Sometimes what hits you hardest is what you thought it's aways there. And as for my commissioning ball, i seriously hope there isn't any now. It's just too stupid and meaningless for me.

I still have many thoughts, but i'm too tired. That's all i have. Till then.