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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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Reflection on Brunei

I believe the word 'Brunei' is what most people are afraid of in their entire army life especially if its their first overseas exercise. This was no different to me and i have long come to senses that since i could not escape and no point gripping and grousing over it, i might as well face it like a boy and come back as a man.

I swear i never felt so intense and nervous before as if i was expatriated to exile. This is also the first time i stepped into airport with a dull face, not like all other times. The next thing i realized i was not alone as i see many smiliar unwillingly faces. I was at the airport alone without my parents coming alone as i was afraid i might feel even emotional and miserable. Then i met up with my section mates and section commander whom together we would go through this arduous journey of Ex. Lancer side-by-side. I am glad they all turned up and seems determined to complete the exercises as one.

After touched down at the Brunei International Airport with transits on bus and water taxi, I finally reached Lakiun Camp, which would be my home for the next 17 days. I swear it is the most tiring 17 days of my life as i did not have a proper rest once i reached the camp, not until the day i was back at Singapore. The three exercises were back to back and the countless dry-runs and inspections were exhausting.

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They say outfield is the best time to see the true colours of one another. I agreed as i got to see it with my own eyes. Indeed, my section mates did not relinquished easily althought we were experiencing excruciating pain from all the walkings and heavy loads. They were tough fighters and i respect them from the bottom of my heart.

Also, without the morale supports from my family, i doubt i could complete the whole journey. They made me realized how little things in life like home cooked food, mum's nagging and flat cement floor can be so precious. There are many little things people do in our lives which we fail to identify them and then realize these are very strong signs of love. We live in a hectic pace of life and we get so busy and negated all these very little yet significant acts linger around us.

And finally now i can tell people, i finished Ex.Lancer.


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