Oh My God...Field camp was crazy.. I was so scared of it the weeks, even months leading up to it... I still can't believe I survived it, it's amazing... I used to take my parents for granted, but now I really appreciate them, Just them even being alive an in my presence.. I love them so much. But during field camp I just kept craving for F&N grape..I told my mom I miss F&N grape and the moment I came home she put 3 large bottles of F&N grape on the dining table. OMG I just kept drinking and drinking until my stomach was bloated.. Day 1 of field camp included the 8km route march there which was actually quite fun. We just kept singing and singing as we marched and I was actually enjoying the march. But the moment we arrived we had to set up our basha tent, which was quite tiring. Anyway the worst was the 3rd day which was the digging of the shellscrape. The mail run was torture. The staged artillery strike and drills and push-ups just broke us down. As our platoon lay in the soil being scolded by our commanders, I started thinking of my parents and how much I missed them. Our platoon commander was so mean giving us dire scenarios of what if our parents die in a sudden terror attack and if our family die who was to protect them? Obviously I broke down in tears because I felt like I'm not doing enough to protect my loved ones. I just kept crying and crying and even before we received our letters we just kept crying and crying. I was literally covered in mucas and I had to use the grass as my tissue paper. I love my family so much. Thank god our commanders went back to their normal relatable state after that. Surprisingly the shellscrape was quite comfy to sleep in because the soil was so soft.. Yea basically that was the worst of the field camp..
Okay..SO I also had a small problem with my bladde during field camp. Because the commanders kept forcing us to drink water but give us minimal toilet breaks. So obviously with my tweak bladder I was suffering for most of the time I was there. Once I woke up in the middle of the night with my buddy and I told him I needed to pee but because we were both lazy to go walk to the latrine area which was basically a white tape tied around 2 trees.. Quite nasty.. Anyway we decided to pee poutside our tent at a nearby tree which, if we were caught, would have got us into serious trouble because the next day some guy from another platoon was screwed by a commander for peeing outside his basha tent and had to do push ups. Sigh.. And during the night walk in the jungle I peed while walking because I couldn't hold my bladder..
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