"How do you dance ?"- Taiga
"We hold hands and look at each other, then we go in circles until we get tired."- Kitamura

Sunday, May 29, 2011


Apart from your friends and family back home, the people that really help you get through your BMT life will be your fellow recruits and your commanders. They are the people that are with you every single step of the way. They are there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

You could say that when i started my BMT life one of my more major concerns was my commanders. What were they going to be like? Were they going to be nice or an incarnate of jackassery? I am truly very thankful to be in this company and not some other insane ass company cause granted all commanders have to be strict i mean come on its the army. My commanders aren't very laid back but they are not "insane" when it comes to dishing out punishments and i am thankful for that. They are infact all really nice people, my sect com comes up to chat with us at night when there is time and not every company does this.

I have a huge amount of respect for my commanders and there was an incident that occurred last friday which increased my gratitude towards my sect com tenfold. The reason being he really went out of his way to help my buddy and myself. This was something he DID not have to do but he did it anyway.

So heres what went down. I attained a silver for my IPPT and i had another IPPT test last tuesday. IPPT is basically like a fitness test they have different stations like pull ups, sit ups, 2.4km run etc. You get the point. So i had to attain a silver again or i will not book out on friday and have to stay back on saturday to do a remedial training. Which sucks.

Sadly due to my inconsistent jumping i failed to maintain my silver and i was going to do remedial training. That really bums me out, as you can imagine i do not have a whole lot of free time and time outside camp is truly precious to me. When they read out the names for the RT list my buddy's name and my name were called out. My buddy too failed to maintain his silver. We were devastated of course we tried to psyched ourselves up but it didnt help all too much.

Thats when my sergeant left for a few and came back a couple of minutes later saying
"Ok Johnathan and Nicholas you guys are booking out later"
I was ecstatic i tell ya completely filled with joy. When we left for the ferry at about 8pm i was constantly thanking him and stuff. He really stuck his neck out for us and i just can't stress enough how much i appreciated what he did.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Dirt Sweat and Tears

Field camp is probably the thing most if not all recruits dread the most. Personally, i dont think anyone would like it. It is a pretty brutal experience unless you are some military junkie then hey whatever rocks your boat.

On the first day of my field camp i had to do a 8km route march to the site which was quite alright because it started raining and route marching in the rain is pretty dam awesome it beats route marching in the sun any day. When we got there we set up basha tents and did other stuff i cant seem to recall.

The next few days got even worst. On the second night we did something called a turnout. A turnout is where your commanders wake up at 4am in the morning with thunderflashes to simulate an artillery attack. Then you gotta get down on the floor and shout RT RT RT. It was pure chaos i tell ya. Then they will start yelling a whole lot of insults and shit at you and ask you to pack up your stuff and move. If you are the kind that cant keep a level head you'll probably lose it at that point.

Thankfully i managed to pack my stuff and go. The biggest problem i had with field camp was probably the high kneel. It hurts like hell especially with your ILBV on which has a good amount of weight to it and after your turn out you gotta high kneel with both your ILBV and field pack.

After the entire field camp i was sweaty, dirty and tired and my head had so much sand on it. It was kinda disgusting in my opinion. I only brushed my teeth twice through out the 5 days.
Then when it was time for us to go back we were told that we had to route march the 8km back. That was just wow, it really brought me down. However, i had platoon mates encouraging each other which made it a little better.

But it turns out the commanders were just fucking around with us and we were gonna take the tonner(a truck) back. I kid you note the moment i heard "You guys will not be route marching back but instead you will be going back in the tonner" I shed tears of joy. Pure freakin joy.

Field camp was exhausting but it shows you who your true friends are and helps you weed out the ones that arent worth your time. All in all i would say i came out a better person.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


I am REALLY going to try to keep this blog alive. Looking at my last post date you can clearly see that i do not blog all too regularly but i am gonna do my best to keep it going.

As most people know i am currently doing my BMT, i enlisted at 5 March 2011. All i can say is that it was a real roller coaster the past couple of weeks. I remembered exactly how i felt when i was enlisting. I was so afraid, so unprepared for the hellish torture the army calls physical training, so petrified for what terrible things could happen to me but alas the military life has really opened my eyes to things i have missed or neglected in the past. Granted i hated the fact that i had to serve my two years but when i went in i really pushed myself to adopt a positive attitude because hey, if i had to do it anyway why not make the most out of it yeah?

Instead of viewing this two years as a complete waste of time i decided to view it as both physical and mental training plus i have always believed the army is a really good character building opportunity. I am proud to say this positive mindset has in fact worked out for the best. The first few days were tough of course, having to switch from my care free civilian lifestyle to a discipline and regimented lifestyle was no easy task but i powered through and within the first week i can confidently say i was more or less accustomed to the lifestyle there.

My biggest difficulties was the training at first and the showers cause i definitely was not use to training that was so physically demanding and i sure as hell was not use to cold ass showers. I have always loved warm showers and i still do. The army really makes you appreciate the things you take for granted, as cliche as it sounds. Its the small things you miss the most like your fast food, soft drinks, chocolates, cookies these little things that, in the past do not hold that much significance suddenly becomes as valuable as gold doubloons. It is funny when i think about it really.

Right now after all the training and crap i have been through i can confidently say i am becoming both physically and mentally fitter. One piece of advice i can give to new recruits is that your mental strength is more valuable and harder to train then your physical strength. There is just so much you can achieve with an iron will. My commanders implanted this saying into me from the first day.

I actually wanted to talk more about outfield, my commanders other stuff but it seems this post is starting to become terribly long, those who have read this far. I appreciate your patience.