" .... the trained soldiers". The jockey caps fly, parents and new born privates rejoice, the real training begins

:: " PTE Alvin Chow Keat, you're going to the school of mutherfucking specialists! "

no longer recruits. you feel you had enough. all that shit. that's it. i pass out. i'm free. haha. shut up. OCS, armour, signals, school of medicine, military transport. finally. SISPEC. your friends jeer you on. stunned. the rumors were true? me? me? you renew your relationship with tekong. the fastcraft. you sulk. yes you sulk. you ask around. "how's it like?". not good. not good at all. you talk to your instructor. he can't help you. no one can. it starts. you see half the number of your friends talking about getting out of course. some pay. and get out. some really have injuries. some just fail to impress the doctors. i was not excluded. 3 attempts at the doctors. they got me nowwhere away from SISPEC.

the end of BSLC. your hopes of leaving the school rise high. and you get bitten by reality. ASLC. you look in the mirror. "i don't want to be an infantry specialist!!!". you hug your girl. she assures you of her presence, her patience. you do it. for her. for your family. you love her. you put up with the shit. taiwan comes. all the exhaustion. the moments you want to give up. it ends. the force behind all these. her. your girl. a second passing out parade. you get your rank. and her. life is good. you take it for granted.

:: melody or noise

The Sispec Song

school of infantry specialist here we come, soldiers of every creed and race.soldiers to specialists we will become, leaders of six men to set the pace. sispec warriors,  we are the warriors, sispec warriors with pride we will lead, fearlessly we lead with pride, training hard full of might, trained to lead by day and night, we will strive for greater heights....

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