I have been a combat scout all my NS life. I hated the
regimental lifestyle of a combat soldier. I hated the way we were
tekan, the way we were made to stand by bed, area, weapon and
what-not. I hated the overseas trips. I hated the nights spent
feeding mosquitoes out in the field, I hated the dawn attacks,
hated the defaulters parade (When I once misread a map and led a
company to form-up and charge our own OP). I hated the hectic and
sweaty lifestyle, hated the chronic deprivation of sleep etc.
etc.
Then something inexplicable happened; during my last 2 or 3 ICTs, I
experienced surges of pangs which I cannot put my hands on
Earlier
this year I served my final ICT, and it suddenly became clear to me
that the pangs I felt in recent years are sadness!
Why sadness?
Over the years I have grown attached to my platoon mates. Its
during such ICTs that I am able to experience true team work; All
20+ of us have one goal; to complete the training with flying
colours and get back to our lives, wives and girlfriends. We worked
as a team selflessly, regardless of military rank and civilian
position. No petty office politics, no hidden agendas, no finger
pointing, no tai-chi plays and no ass covering, just pure,
unadultered teamwork!
Even the field missions seemed pleasant, even fun (!) as compared
to the office rat race
All you need is to go on a refreshing hike
through some vegetation
Heck, you even get a chance to set up a
camp at night and pass round mugs of hot coffee and swap office/
boss stories with your pals! Where else would you get such
opportunities in civilian life?
This entire chain of realization hit me in an instant during that
last ICT
I begin to see everything in a different light
For the
last time, I took in the all-too-familiar smell of rifle oil. For
the last time, I took a long hard look at the camp activities
around me and committed it to the deepest recess of my memories.
For the last time, I caressed my SAW as I never had before
For the
last time.
This last ICT is the worst ever I have ever attended
not because
it is siong but because I was plagued by sadness throughout
I
got overwhelmed by the pang of sadness and I almost cried when on
the last day of the ICT, I was presented the service completion
certificate. I did notice several other pairs of red eyes too
. So
perhaps I wasnt being the only mushy one here.
Anybody else has had similar feelings?