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Sunday, March 15, 2009 . 12:24 PM

I'VE been waiting for this for so damn long...

P.O.P it has finally came and gone. i'm delighted out of my pants that BMT is over. 3 months down, 21 more to go. seems like yesterday that was enlistment day. felt like yesterday when i first met my sergeants and sir. i won't lie about it, but it has been a tremendously fun 3 months i've had, though with some spills here and there. i just feel so destroyed that i couldn't be out there, on that parade square, marching proudly. its depressing.. seeing everyone on such a joyous occasion that i cant be there too. struggled through BMT and unable to pass out with pride. its painful.. T.T

THOUGH i am happy about passing out. there is still within me a part thats sad. sad about leaving 46 SAR. my home for the past 3 months. i've made half a handful of friends, unfortunately, but gladly, no enemies. 46 SAR Attila Platoon 4, will be a place i'll miss dearly. sometimes, you just don't enjoy what you have at the moment. while serving the 3 months BMT i felt miserable. a small part due to training, a larger part due to people. i always felt unhappy of what was around me, and i never really noticed and appreciated the fun and enjoyable moments. times like IFC urban, IPPT, Range..

THERE are people i wish to thank, for keeping me company, and giving me that morale boost when i needed it most. especially my sergeants and sir. its a pity i cant uphold the SAR motto 'once armour, always armour'.

WELL, i guess thats the end of the BMT chapter of my life..