Hooah?

I feel like pouring all the stuffs I'm holding back and explain all the painful events that happened in 5th coy this week. It was a week literally filled with tears for some of us, partially due to the fatigue level, but more so to the realization of priceless things. We were pushed beyond our mental limits because ultimately that's where everything takes place. 

This week taught us the strength of collective leadership.

I'll always remember the moment when we're assembled in our SBO and rifles at the parade square after a shag evening. It wasn't the usual sacrificial ceremony of our platoon ICs at the front line. It was dragged on. One of them can't even do a quick maths of 59 - 7 with all the hell on him. And one of the commanders even had to stop their fellow commander from going too far. I can't say much more but what I can say is that when they were about to reach their breaking point, one of us shouted "5th coy high kneel!". We went down on our knees and looked down. And there was silence.

A silence of great meaning that changed us all.

Next week is going to be field camp, the main event of BMT. The commanders warned us that 5th coy field camps are like no other. But it's funny coz our Officer Commanding gave an email to our parents, reassuring that the 'myth' of 5th coy being the toughest company in BMT is untrue. Oh, the contradiction. But the good thing is, most of us find being in 5th coy as a special privilege, and I must say, it really is.

Our commanders and officers have been through worse. They didn't say a crap about it.

So I shall learn to shut myself up too.

Hooah?

Hooah.