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ns is ... so many things. its pretty hard to write about cos the thoughts dont stay in your head. there is no time to write them all down cos you chiong almost all the time.
at first when u get in, its a little things that get you down. no personal freedom, having to greet and salute, having to march, having to live together. you feel like crap and you just want to go home so badly.
then a few days later, it becomes routine. wake up in the morning and its fucking cold. you stagger to the bathroom and 14 other people are in there, bent over 6 sinks. the shit from the 3 blocked up toilets fills the air with their putrid scent. the urine pools in one of the blocked urinals. good morning.
cold water slaps your face and your bleary eyes start to open. walk out and its even more cold. water wicking the heat away from your skin. you want to crawl back into bed but you cant cos youd get fucked.
march down 3 flights of stairs. fall in. water parade and you force water into your empty stomach. you imagine your stomach is a bag and your throat is a tube. it goes it cos gravity pulls it down. you switch your mind off cos youd taste the chlorine and gag if you didnt.
stuff like this i guess. army is a lot more welfare than our parents time, but i guess along with the welfare comes more of a philosophical outing. you sorta learn to sympathise with the sergeants
OC gets fucked by over pampering parents. OC fucks PC. PC fucks sergeant. sergeant fucks us. so in the end, if your parents complain cos they think you get too little sleep (eg), youd get fucked for it.
you sympathise with the sergeants, well at least mine, cos they dunt really give you that much stick for it. they take it as part of their job and im pretty surprised by their level of professionalism. theyre only 22, for god's sake. im 19. but theyre the boss, no questions asked.
my platoon is blessed with good sergeants and a good pc that understands that the army is full of bullshit rules and doctrines and charging but they still have to live by it. everyone does. i will not pretend to udnerstand why they do it cos everyone ahs their own reasons but my PS told me he does it to serve his country. might be propaganda, might be a way of consoling himself. might even be true.
in the army, you learn a lot of things. you learn how to care for another guy. you learn how to slack. you learn how to avoid being fucked. you learn how to do things without being seen.
but ive only been in here fo 2 weeks, theres still more shit to come. my company is a damn slack company cos i think we have a few white horses ehre and there, but field camp is coming and i anticipate lotsa being screwed over by commanders.
i guess guys are bonded by ns cos well, they go througha lot in it. it doesnt have to be tough, but it is. its not about being tough or rough or whatever. its about coming together during fucked up times and making the best of it. and all the funny things that come out of fucked up times.
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on a side note, i went for airforce medical today and was diagnosed with a "prolonged QT syndrome" which is a heart defect. im pretty surprised. but apparently, stress, physical activity or nothing at all can lead to sudden death do to my heart beating too fast for its normal rhythm.
i have a feeling they screwed up the test but im still worried. its like finding out youve been handicapped all your life and you might pay for it. very sian.
theres only one way to check right? ive got to run like a mad man again. lets give them extreme stress. speaking of which, my lips have not turned blue since i left RJ so long ago.....
at first when u get in, its a little things that get you down. no personal freedom, having to greet and salute, having to march, having to live together. you feel like crap and you just want to go home so badly.
then a few days later, it becomes routine. wake up in the morning and its fucking cold. you stagger to the bathroom and 14 other people are in there, bent over 6 sinks. the shit from the 3 blocked up toilets fills the air with their putrid scent. the urine pools in one of the blocked urinals. good morning.
cold water slaps your face and your bleary eyes start to open. walk out and its even more cold. water wicking the heat away from your skin. you want to crawl back into bed but you cant cos youd get fucked.
march down 3 flights of stairs. fall in. water parade and you force water into your empty stomach. you imagine your stomach is a bag and your throat is a tube. it goes it cos gravity pulls it down. you switch your mind off cos youd taste the chlorine and gag if you didnt.
stuff like this i guess. army is a lot more welfare than our parents time, but i guess along with the welfare comes more of a philosophical outing. you sorta learn to sympathise with the sergeants
OC gets fucked by over pampering parents. OC fucks PC. PC fucks sergeant. sergeant fucks us. so in the end, if your parents complain cos they think you get too little sleep (eg), youd get fucked for it.
you sympathise with the sergeants, well at least mine, cos they dunt really give you that much stick for it. they take it as part of their job and im pretty surprised by their level of professionalism. theyre only 22, for god's sake. im 19. but theyre the boss, no questions asked.
my platoon is blessed with good sergeants and a good pc that understands that the army is full of bullshit rules and doctrines and charging but they still have to live by it. everyone does. i will not pretend to udnerstand why they do it cos everyone ahs their own reasons but my PS told me he does it to serve his country. might be propaganda, might be a way of consoling himself. might even be true.
in the army, you learn a lot of things. you learn how to care for another guy. you learn how to slack. you learn how to avoid being fucked. you learn how to do things without being seen.
but ive only been in here fo 2 weeks, theres still more shit to come. my company is a damn slack company cos i think we have a few white horses ehre and there, but field camp is coming and i anticipate lotsa being screwed over by commanders.
i guess guys are bonded by ns cos well, they go througha lot in it. it doesnt have to be tough, but it is. its not about being tough or rough or whatever. its about coming together during fucked up times and making the best of it. and all the funny things that come out of fucked up times.
-----
on a side note, i went for airforce medical today and was diagnosed with a "prolonged QT syndrome" which is a heart defect. im pretty surprised. but apparently, stress, physical activity or nothing at all can lead to sudden death do to my heart beating too fast for its normal rhythm.
i have a feeling they screwed up the test but im still worried. its like finding out youve been handicapped all your life and you might pay for it. very sian.
theres only one way to check right? ive got to run like a mad man again. lets give them extreme stress. speaking of which, my lips have not turned blue since i left RJ so long ago.....
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