SO YOU THINK YOU HAVE SEEN EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD

If this is what you think, you haven't been to field camp. 7 days, 6 nights on three different camp-sites, you will discover about yourself that you didn't know of.


PACKING YOUR BAGS

During stays overs at chalets, you are ususlly capaple of rolling up your clothes and squezzing them into your sling bags.

Here in field camp, you do the same. But with a set of thicker uniforms, a set of grey shirts and pants, underwears, sandles, and all your field camp equiment, and of course food, lots of food.

A great majority of us have problems squezzing into what could be seen as a small field bag. For me, my pants pockets will contain the lighter maggie mees while my bag will carry the heavier field rations. For my SBO (the thingy used to carry ammo) The smaller grenede pouch will contain my energy bar and the larger smoke grenede pouch will have my canned coffee given by the army. 2 of my magazine pouches became biscuit pouches. Thus, my field bag looks neat and tidy.

Only for a while. Back in the tent, i force compact everything into that darn bag. Crushing all the maggie mee and the biscuits.


ARE PIGS REALLY CUTE AFTER ALL

In almost all toy stores and love-birds gift shops, pigs are protrayed as a really cute loveable creatures, just look at little pigglet from Winnie the Pooh. To the great extend that almost all girls love them.

Welcome to field camp. You will see one for real as a wild boar. These creatures simply walk through the con-wire (these are long spirling wires with probally thousands of small sharp blade all over it). They than go straight to your bag, smell it, walk away to other tents, snatch away some poor recuits food, and walk away arrogantly. They starting moving around faster only after the sergents trew thunder-flashes at them. These creatures attack our camp site almost through out the first night. So much so that i slept soundly in my tent while those ugly hairy creatures were half-way into their rampage.


THE NEW MEANING OF PUBLIC TOILET

You know it. You shit in a whole during field camp. All you do is to do it once and you are put off for life. i shit only 3 times during the field camp where 2 times i did it at non-designated places. The first time i did was with one of my bunk mates and some from other platoons. Those from the other platoons did it at one random plot of empty non-grassy land. my bunk mate and i decided to go further as it look like a total mass-open-shiting-orgy.

So the two of us went across a bridge to the other side of the canal. Sastified with the location, we started digging our own hole where i stumbled across a pile of old decomposed dried shit. i nearly puked, but decided to continue anyway as i can hold no longer.

As the radom plot of poen non-grassy land i was talking about just now, it actually turned out to be our training area for that camp site.

The second time i did it was on the last night of that camp site. I went with 2 other friends. Since it was too dark so we went to the training area to do it. we digged and we did it. My torch was spoilt, so i used solid fuel that was provided for cooking of the maggie mee. The glowing of the fire light made the place a rather romantic atmosphere. Since the sky was clear, i saw defintiely the most beautiful star filled sky that lay above me.

That is until a sergent came by. They can be spotted from afar by their white LED torches. And we put out our little fire and went into stealth mode.


DIG DIG DIG

At the second last day, there is a personal trench you need to dig. it is about the size of you, look like a grave hole with another hole within that hole to put your bag into. Some were lucky. They got a second hand hole. Holes that has been dug up before and covered back. Others like me and a few of my poor fellow bunk mates had to dig a fresh ground near a tree. The soil stood firm, grass firmly rooted to the ground and while we dig, the roots of the nearby tree stood our way. All we can do is to suck our thumb as we chop those bloody roots away with our really, really down chunko stick called the ET blade.

Really, all the Blanga workers out there are really under paid and under appreciated. And here we are, making fun of them.