:: Kor ::
B went for his PTP at the island of Tekong last Thursday.
Since then, we have been keeping in touch via SMS,
Except for the first night, when he gave me a call.
"Kor, thank you for seeing me off."
"No worries. It was nice visiting Tekong as a civilian."
The last time I was there, I was selling the Army to the recruits.
In retrospection, I was a recruit, selling to recruits.
"How are your bunk buddies?" I asked.
"We have been very busy, and we didn't really talk."
I hope he has befriended them already.
Despite all the negative talk about BMT or PTP,
They provide a unique platform to bring together
People from different walks of lives, and
Force them to learn to live with each other.
I remember enjoying my BMT very much
Being given the opportunity to learn in depth
The story of each platoon mate of mine.
B, in his SMS mentioned about the physical training.
"Don't disappoint me," I cajoled.
"I'll get best PT for the Major," he parried.
Just yesterday, mother gave me a call.
"B's OC gave me a call ah, and ask me to send letter to Tekong," she exclaimed.
"That'll be nice."
"So how ah?"
"Hmmm... why don't you write your portion on a piece of paper," I suggested;
"and then you could pass it to A, and she could write something on it too," I added;
"and then she could pass it to me. I'll finish it off and send it over."
"Yes, I think that'll be nice," I affirmed;
"and during Field Camp, B would be encouraged by this letter."
Imagine everyone getting a letter except B.
That is not nice at all.
And so, while B's probably in deep slumber in Tekong
I wish him well again, and look forward to his POP.