W is for Whiskey.

From my two weeks' stay at Tekong, I have come to realise that it stands for something more meaningful - Welfare. Training wasn't what I had expected it to be. We slacked in our bunks while our neighbour Viper Company slogged their hearts out running on the track. We got to book out today while the rest of the school have to wait till tomorrow. If those aren't welfare-esque, I don't know what else to call it.

As time went by, I learnt to appreciate my platoon more. Most people are sufficiently affable for me to feel comfortable when communicating with them. No airs or anything like that. My section mates are super fun lah. I crapped with them day and night, imitating the CSM and making fun of certain people. I'm really thankful for being allocated to Whiskey 4.

Being the Key IC is no easy feat. Imagine running ahead of everyone else, up 8 whopping flight of stairs, and then finally carrying out the sacred duty of unlocking the 4 bunk doors. Nonetheless, it's a pretty slack job, so I shan't complain.

On the flipside, people are falling ill like nobody's business. Everyone seems fine in the morning, then a moment later they start to have sore throats, cough or run a temperature. In my section alone, more than half (including myself) have succumbed to the virus. I feel like I'm in a hospital with all the TB patients whenever I attend lectures, simply because the hacking coughs never cease.

Having been accustomed to sleep at 2230 every night, it's hard for me to continue with my narration, so I shall go straight to the point:

This entry was posted by Kelvin, on Friday, January 20, 2006.