Field Camp

Saturday, 31, October.

Past week was field camp.

Let's start from Day 1.

DAY 1.
8 km. March like hell.
Almost died. With mucus running all over my nose.
After the 8km, we reached the field camp site. Mucus all over my mouth. Then Wee Kiat tell Lt Ee Loong. God. Ee Loong like panic liddat. So rested a bit. Then built our basha tent.

I built with Jerome. Well. Fine is fine. Learned to deal with all the soil and mud. And BUGS.

DAY 2.
Same thing. Learned to attack, FCO, etc etc.

DAY 3.
Same thing. Just that night time got night walk. Then got to see some night traps. Light flares. 1500 candle light, iirc.

DAY 4.
Destroy our basha tent. Move out to new camp site for shellscrape digging.

Walk 2 km? Reached a new camp site. Right beside either Rocky Hill or SISPEC camp.
Yankee forest there, I think I heard SGT Milo say.

Dig our own shellscrape. Machiam digging own grave. Seriously. No joke.
Then, learn to prone in shellscrape. One Third Alert at all times. Etc etc.

Had fresh ration for lunch and dinner! YAY!

And sleep in our own soil. Siong sia. The ground is cooling. Thanks Earth!

DAY 5.
One Third Alert. Etc. Etc. Same thing. Learned and praticed FCO etc.

WE SAW WILD BOAR TODAY!!!!
2 wild boars running around. Cute animals. Really.
Small little black pigs with a bit longer snout and legs.
Then our commanders chasing the animal around our areas. LOL. Had a good time laughing at them. Both wild boars and commanders.

Sleep in our own grave too.

DAY 6.
Book Out Day! Morning had heavy drizzle, so wear cortex jacket. Kinda warm in it. And with my LBV on too. Guess that's the only time I'd appreciate my LBV.

Then morning went for the FCO test thingy. Something something course. Finished. Rested a while. Eat a SAF fruit bar. Then see wild boar again. Ee Loong say something about wild boar smelling our food and hunting for it. Lol. The way he speaks is really fucked up.

Then we prepare to go back to coy line.

Went back to coy line. Washed up field pack, helmet, basha tent.
Cleaned rifle.
Then went back to bunk, washed up and book out. Took the 1930 ferry.

Anddddd. That's it for the past week. Coming out next is 12 km and Situational Test.

Sian. I've seen hell over and over again. I've seen death over and over again.
Oh well. One more time of death isn't going to make any difference, I guess.