hell month
hell month has finally arrived. our first field camp finally began, after all the *anticipation* and dread. says hi to my hated pimple cream- err i mean camo cream. as promised, it was highly taxing physically and mentally. but at least we all managed to survive through the first field camp. 2 more await us before we graduate. endure guys (:
they sayy that people show their true colours during field camps. it is true. u start to c who r the people who can really keep their cool and react fast even though he is extremely worn out. u also c selfish people who only care about themselves when they r tired. u also c some ppl losing their cool. i admit i am one of those who hav lost my cool sometimes. cos there r some idiots whom i rly kan4 bu4 shuang3.
theres this guy, whom i shall name as X. X basically goes thru the whole camp carrying all the lightweight weapons. so obv he can run and move much faster than those carrying the heavy weaps like the 10kg matador, or the LAW and SAW. X never offers to help carry these weaps, but instead complains that others r moving too slowly. then whenever the sergeants r around, X will shout some words of encouragement very loudly. pls la dont be so fake can or not. if ur words of encouragement rly mean it. u should be telling it to us. not to the sergeants. oh yes. and whenever people mess up during section fighting, he would start bitching about that guy behind his back. but when the sergeants r around, he will be like this patient mr nice guy, who will point out the mistake of the people, and tell them how they should improve. *vomits*
basically, its no secret that my PC and PWO are extremely mean during field camps. they dont kill u by punishing u. they kill u by making ur whole section execute the whole drill again and again and again. so u get in position, prone down on the thorny grass, dash, fire, charge and everything over n over again. by the time u finally get the drill right, ur knees and ankles hurt, u r super tired, sweaty, camo cream trickling all over u, and the worst thing is, u have to carry on with your next mission. ARGHHH.
as if our ordeals arent enough, we had to experience some lousy weather thruout the field camp. when it rains, it pours really heavily. when it shines, u can feel the heat radiating from the ground. and the final blow was our last morning. when we were about to break tent, it started raining like mad. we had no choice but to hide in our bashas, which is 3/4 filled with out weapons, stores and field pack. everything is muddy all around us and we were all shivering in the cold. ):
the rain certainly didnt help my fever at all. on the 2nd last day, i alr had a fever of 38.7. i decided to continue on after taking panadol. but i knew something was wrong cos i was shivering despite the hot weather. after waking up the next morning, i had a really bad headache and i felt like i was dying lohh. and it was pouring outside and there i was huddling in a miserable basha. immediately aft the rain cleared and we were allowed to run out of our bashas, i took a temp chck and found out that my fever had rose to 39. According to the medic, my pulse rate was also very slow, so he put me on drips immediately (which was what i feared he would resort to).
i was veri afraid of getting dripped by the medic cos ultimately hes just an NSF. like how much experience does he acherli hav. veri scared he cant poke his needle properly. eeks. i told OC i dint want to get dripped but he assured me it was fine. so i laid down on the stretcher and got 2 bags of drips. thats like 20 litres of water lohh. no wonder i kept having the urge to pee even though i didnt drink any water. i onli realised the reason after i got dripped 20 litres and went to pee like 2, 3 times.
halfway thru the drips there was this big scare. the medic was talking to me suddenly he noticed an air bubble in the tube and he quickly stopped the drip and ripped the needle in one swift motion. LIKE OMGGGG! ARGHHH! no warning. then there was blood spurting evrywhere. my blood! rly alot lahh. his pants had a huge blood stain. the floor had a palm sized blood stain. blood was flowing all over my arm. arghh. it was real scaryy. but still. thanks to his quick reflexes, i did not die. imagine if the bubble got into my bodyy. then i wont be blogging now le.
anw i was quite glad when the medic finally removed the drip from me, when my temp stabilised at around 38 degree celcius. and i acherli decided to go out with my section to watch n learn wad i missed in the morn. i cant believe i acherli did tt. bleahh. when i came back i realised my fever shot up again and i felt rly sickk. rly wanted to report sick but i risk having to stay in the sick bay, while the others book out, so i decided to ren3 abit.
had to clean our rifles and clear our stores before we could book out. the rifles had to be inspected by our sergeants before we can send them. but some people, most notably X, didnt get their rifles checked, and just sneakily made their way amongst the group of people who passed the rifle chck. seriously lohh. theres one thing for sure that they didnt pass. their character. and now, X still has the cheek to shout at people for cleaning their rifles so slowly, saying that he wants to bookout early. seriously i was really so pissed with X i might have just screamed back at him if i wasnt cool enough that day.
anw, we got to book out at 10ish, much to the envy of the hotel and golf coy people, and i went back to get a quick shower before getting my much needed rest.
consilio et animis
5/13/2007 02:25:00 PM
