Saturday, July 11, 2009
As I tap into this familiar screen, I am overwhelmed with an enormous load of feelings. Frankly, it is hard to put into words what 7 months of NS gave me. Perhaps I should split these 7 past months into two stages: BMT and OCS.
BMT was honestly a gathering of people from all echelons of society. I saw a lot of different personalities, some gangsters, some who frequented places where JC kids shun, some who enjoyed being by themselves, some who loved to entertain the crowd, my schoolmates, etc. What was memorable was not the various basic army stuff taught in that short span of 3 months, but the people I met and got acquainted with. In the end, it was the memories that defined those 3 months of joy and laughter. It was nothing compared to the rest of my army life, and I regard it the best of my army days.
OCS was a totally different community altogether. Somehow, I just cannot click with the people. I was wary. I shut my true feelings and character out from all the others around me. I felt like I didn't belong. All those faces, All those people whom I talked to, they were all brimming with excitement and eager to be here. Heck, it was their choice to be here. Sadly, didn't seem to be mine. All in all, it isn't an experience I would like to further elaborate about. I mean, everything in the army is confidential right?
Innocence
7/11/2009 05:47:00 PM
