nope.. hey.. when i was doing my NS (and that's a mighty long time
ago), there were some people who were crying over having communal
showers, didn't know how to wash their No.4 fatigues, and other
stuff like that...
my own BMT platoon, there were a few who didn't know how to use
a broom!
i bet these days, the oxygenated water made them softer...
During my combat medic course, there was one trainee in my
platoon who would whine incessantly about going outfield.... never
mind that he was a service medic and all he had to do was to watch
from the sidelines while the rest of us combat medics went
chiong-ing...
Build basha, whine. Eat combat rations, whine. Wear SBO, whine.
Sleep in basha, whine. We all mocked him to high heaven, and
with good reason.... even for the combat medics, that was a sibeh
slack outfield..... I had gone for far more physical outdoor camps
back in secondary school.
Oh, and the poor sod told us a really dumb story..... on his
first day of BMT, he and his mother clutched each other tightly
until just before the parents had to leave... upon which they both
cried uncontrollably.....
.... because they thought that National Service means not seeing
or hearing from your family at all for the next 2 1/2
years. 
