THE WORST 2 DAYS OF MY LIFE

Behold people! This is SIT test. The mother of all phobia for 3 days 2 nights.

THE WONDERFUL JOURNEY

You start with walking 12km to the camp site. With the hot sun above you. Without forgetting the really highly arched bridge we walked through. Once done, you immdiately pitch your litthe tent and continue field camp as usual. What we actually got back from the 12km walk is the super abrasion around the groin area. Walking like clumsy bears, we paitently waited for free time to powder our very reddish groin area. No words from the thickest dictionary in the world can explain the feeling of the prickly heat powder landing on the sore areas.

THE DAY I BECAME A LAWMAN

LAW is actually called Light Anti-tank Weapon. You have seen those heros. In Red Alert, Generals, Tiberian Sun. They effortlessly carried those countless amounts of rockets, running around and trash those tank to scrap metal.

I had only one round inside it's only launcher, plus they are all just dummies. And i thought it was the end of the world.

Weighing 6.3kg, i carried this dead weight with my other LAW buddy. (Wait. We both share that 1 bloody thing only.) We went about with our various missions. It was actually quite alright. Until when we started running for cover when enemy artlliery or sniper strike us. worse is when someone is shot. The officers never fails to choose the heaviest ones. This is where i swear that the 6.3kg weight becomes a mega ton.

And it is also where i embarresed myself by feeling giddy and nearly collasped due to heat stroke. This is serious. Please do not ever leave your water bottle half-full just because it's lighter. You never know when you need to seriously drink down to the last drop of it.

And comes the long awaited end of SIT test.


IT SOON BECAME 16KM

From the lesson above, i decided to drink up more. Really much more. However, as thr officers felt that the sun is too hot, they decided to delay the route march to the later part of the afternoon. By then, i had already drank up more than 1 and a half bottles of water. When we set of. It was far from hot. It was in fact windy and very cooling.

Extra water had to be coming out of the body in one way or another. If there's no heat to sweat it out, It has to come out out of the penis. And this is where i had a problem. While everyone is complaining of the up-hill slope. I was complaining of the absent of a mobile toilet. i had no choice but to hold on. While everybody is tired, i was very well, energtitic. When we reach our rest point, everyone was shagged out. Except me and a few others. We ran up the toilet area and happily pee ever after.

I thought i had learned my lesson. But i was far from wrong. At the 12km rest point, i felt too hungry. So i drank up two whole bottles of water while having my packed dinner. Same thing. i was cursing when the company slowed down their march as it was getting really dark.

Finally, i can hold no longer. I asked the sergent at the far end (he is the rear scout) for permission and pee at the road side double quick time. The sergent and a fellow recuit accopmanying him was shock to see so much pee coming out of me after learning that i had pee just before setting off from the 12km rest point.

That was it. We had march 16 km. Our legs is now filled with blister and we needed rest badly. But my day is still far from ended. As i had to report to CMPB for a test the next day at 9am, i was given permission to book out that night. This is actually a nighmare. i was suppose to catch the 10pm ferry when it was already 9:15pm. To make matter worse, i was appointed by the officer to inform the rest who needs to book out that night. Sure enough, i and two others missed the 10pm ferry by a few minutes and need to wait for the next ferry at 11pm.

Next day 9am came and the test i did was the same thing as the "Do this survey and pass down to 10 other people" kind of thing you will see in your friendster send message function.