my guys just passed out. i.e. in army terms. POP-ed. looking at how much they grew and matured, there is this sense of satisfaction. they came in as ignorant boys and left as matured and reliable men. that is no small feat i think. this is most probably going to an entry no girl is able to understand, but all guys are able to relate to.
i am in N I N J A company. a company with a notorious reputation and proud tradition. and NO we dont tekan our boys. we absolutely not. what we do is that we demand standards. we are not here to train boy scouts. our duty is to train reliable soldiers that can defend our homeland. and we take our duty very seriously because who would trust a boy with a rifle and live rounds? (i.e. real bullets) external threats are very real and of course we would like to put ourselves in a situation where we have the capability to react when danger arises.
more sweat during peacetime, means less blood during war.
more often than not, people get skeptical. they say that we are demanding too much and trying to hard to outperform. they say we dont care for our guys. we dont care for their well-being and how they feel. that often keeps me thinking, it is right for us to keep demanding such high standards when everyone else is settling for less? why make them suffer so much. isit worth it?
now as i look back, i must say it is all worth it. what we gave them is more than just skills to survive out in the field and a strong physical body. they left us with their chest up high and a tough mind knowing that they are always capable of more. they left knowing that even though society teaches us to fit in and settle for sub standards like everyone else, they have the right to go all out and unleash their true potential, even long after they left army.
when i looked them in the eyes, they looked back with great appreciation and pride. they have went through a lot of shit and survived. their feet may sore. their arms may ache like crap. their mind may feel like shit. but how about their hearts? their hearts are filled with so much pride, all the way to the brim. now they know that they are capable of things that they never ever dreamt of. they now join the long line of proud men from N I N J A. N I N J A is more than just army, it's a bond, a brotherhood.
you guys may wonder why the hell am i spelling N I N J A the way it is. let's just say it's for security reasons. the last time i would want is military personnel come knocking at my door.
i would like to end this entry by sharing you guys with a different version of a song. the lyrics were written by my previous batch of boys. they were PES C. meaning, due to medical reasons, they are restricted from joining a bulk of military training. i.e. their training is much less demanding, or supposedly. so fortunately or unfortunately, due to a twist of fate, they ended up in N I N J A. PES C guys usually has no pride. after all they skipped so much of training. some of them are those who geng. this version of the song shows how much N I N J A has an impact on them. despite their medical restrictions, they still striven for the best that they are capable of. they had a chance to be the best that they can be. as a result, they too join the proud N I N J A brothers-in-arms.
people may always be against our ways. people may always say that we do this and do that to make ourselves look good. at the end of the day, when i look at the men that leave us when they pass out. i know that this is all worth it and truly heartwarming.
follow the lyrics according to the tune from the song graduation by vitamin c (i think) i know i know, the lyrics dont actually fit in nicely but what the heck. ENJOY!
Have you ever wondered what we're gonna be,
in two, two years when we ORD.
I used to think times would never change,
used to think that theings would alwasy be the same.
When we leavet his island we wont be coming back,
posted to be clerks and all growing fat.
And you got something that you are not happy.
You better not say it or you kena DB.
CHORUS:
As we go go, we remember.
All the times we, had together.
And as our lives change, for whatever.
We will stil be, friends forever.
Memories are playing like a film with bad sound,
Do you still remember when we had that camp, oh what a drag.
Had to build a basha on the bloody first day.
Didnt know what to do,
& we got real blue.
Attend C at home waiting by the telephone.
We got so excited and we would get so scared.
Kena confinement cause our bunks looked bad.
CHORUS.
When we get the big ranks and got the big money
and we look back now will our jokes still be funny.
We will remember everything we learnt in BMT,
still trying to 'keng' every PT.
Will that lame joker Charles be a recoursee.
Will Arju be a storeman far away from me.
Keep on thinking this is not goodbye.
Keep thinking it's our time to fly.
CHORUS.
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