To sum up the 6th week of my BMT life...
A rather hectic and tiring week; with field camp and the aftermath.
Day 1, we marched 6km with our barang barang to the outfield location, set up the bashat and dug some drainage. Had some combat training, fired some blank rounds and had a lot of IAs. Day 1 was a bolt from the blue; the jungle was flabbergasting even for an adventurer like me.
Mud, stench, creepy-crawlies-I've-never-seen, behemoth grasshoppers and whatsnot... even a dog?

Day 2, we had more combat/sentry trainings - more blanks, IAs and thunderflashes. Combat rations were like lucky dips, get the pasta packages and you strike first prize; the others and your stomach gets a rollercoaster ride

It rained, rained and rained... I prayed, prayed and prayed... God didn't answer; but the crickets did

Day 3, it was when we dug the shellscape. Again, it was like a lucky dip - get the muddy area and first prize; the rocky ground and you get grumbly. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 ,1, 2... Up and down went our ET blades; I dug through the hard surfaces like a mindless robot, programmed for this. In my mind, I was hymming
Silent Night... and after 5 long hours of
Silent Night, the trench was done... so was my body...
No, we didn't get to sleep in the trench that night: we slept in our bashat, while the merciless skies poured on us. The night was bitterly cold... blue yonder moon.... after the callous rain...

Day 4, the last mile of the field camp. The 80m leopard crawl under the barded wires was a walk in the park. Determined to hurry home; to reunite with loved ones and close friends... We crawled like holy infants

After which, I carried 3 fieldpacks and marched 6km back to coy line (If 1 field pack is 20+ kg and I was lugging on 3, my rifle and weariness... if you ask me, I don't know how I made it back

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I'm not planning to bore anyone with the washing up and stuff... I shalt end here
