The 8 days of field camp over at Pulau Tekong
Past in the blink of an eye
How fast, how sweaty, how we stink
Donning perspiration drenched long four
Drawing water from Jerry cans to fill our thirsty water bags
Sleeping in the midst of tall trees, insects infested vegetation
Wild boars alert some nights too
We gritted our teeth, put on camo cream, pluck vegetation to form up our concealment
It is not suffering, it is training, we all remembered
Route march was a norm
Heavy load on our back, aching feet, blisters and sore knees
We felt like giving up, why must we go through such pain
Looking back, everything we have done, there was effort, there was fun, there was a reason
And nothing beats the turn-out at 0130 on the last night
Thunderflashes boomed, GPMG blanks fired, it was smoky, blurry and noisy
Nothing in our mind comes clear in the mess
You can't see, you can't scream, you can only move and continue to move, take instructions and execute them
We crawl, we roll, we pump, we run
There was not a moment we are not in confusion
Stress induced, trying to break our mind, not just our body
Back from field camp, we had what we deserved, for we did what we were expected to
Now 11 more days to Passing Out Parade, will we all whom went through those stay together
For pride, for honour, for our red beret
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