Mr Miyagi is at reservist, and as usual, there are always tales to tell. Goshdarnit, I just love a good reservist story.
I love the bonding of brothers-in-arms, the united spirit of chao-geng (skivving), and the canteen breaks.
Real life job where got such thing as canteen break, I ask you? It's an Army institution, man.
"Eh, so, Diana Ser's boobs really quite big, ah?"
And another thread of conversation in the bunk commences. In-Camp training (ICT) gives us licence to become lewd, loud blockheads. It's one of the symptoms of what my platoon mate and journalist, Corporal Dilbert Chua (not his real name, obviously), calls the 'Green Disease', where the moment you put on that No.4 uniform, you leave your civilian sensibilities and common sense at home. And you feel sleepy every single minute of the day.
Tonight I have to book back in to camp early because we're having a water parade.
We're having a water parade because they are conducting the physical proficiency test (IPPT) in the morning, and they don't want any of us to die of thirst. So tonight, they'll make us drink two bottles of water (2l) and hope we don't wet our beds.
