Saturday, 16 September 2006
Before I enlisted, I'd thought that going to the army would be a form of escape, without studies and less personal responsibilities. How wrong was I, especially with the former. The amount of stuff you had to study as a 21st century 'paper' soldier was hovering at the level of insane by my expectations, or lack thereof. Now that I'm actually gonna leave (in precisely 51 more days), I'm getting struck by the bug that makes you feel like you're gonna miss the shit you went through. Well sure it was a good experience and I've had my fair share of good and bad times, but that's all it'll be. I'm never going back. Haha. When I asked Leon what would happen if he woke up tomorrow to find that he's been dreaming about unit and all that and he's actually still in BMT, he replied without a hint of hesitation that he'd just kill himself.