STARY STARY NIGHT (PART 1)

Yes, it's your first out-field. No training is complete without out-field. And we started off with a 8km route march. In full combat load, with camo cream on our face. By the time we reached our first camp site, the green and black cream on my face are completely gone. we settled down to pitch our tents and dig a small drainage around the perimeter of our tent. But because of our shaggness. the drainage was no more than 1 cm deep and a mere 2 cm wide.

We then had our lunch. Lunch was served in a green packet. If your green packet contain rice, it will be as sticky as any rice dumpling. If your green packet contains noodles instead, it will be the thickest and most soggy noodle you ever had in your life. If your green packet writes "chicken pontage rice", good luck to you.

By and large, green food packets are the most salty food you will have ever tasted. I can finish one whole green water bottle after just one meal of the salty food. Green packet food taste good on the first day because it's new, and exciting. But as the days goes on, the same food gets more and more disguesting, especially the smell of them all. Trainees of all religon, creed and race rather live on the biscuts and fruit bars also provided instead. And before long, trainees will discuss amoung themselves, ways to get rid of their green food packets. The best solution so far, is to bring your green packets to the toilet point, open up the packet, dump the food into the shit hole, and bring back the empty packets to show to your sergeants happily at the next meal time.

Anyway, after our lunch, we had many theory lessons of survial in the jungle, tactical movement, fire movement and lots more. It was early evening when our lessons has finally ended and we proceded for our evening stand-to. And finally, we were allowed to start cooking our maggie mee. To cook, we first need to dig a small hole, place 2 pieces of solid fuel into the hole, light it, and have fun cooking your noodles and hot super 3-in-1 coffee, lipton tea, nestle's milo and what ever you had in your combat rations. Not long after, we started to enjoy ourselves with our little mini camp fires all over the cooking area and hastily put out the fires and left only when we got yelled at by our sergeants.

Soon, the sky became pitch dark, next up, we had powder bath. We formed up in platoon level and drown ourselves in powder and changed into clean uniforms for meant for sleeping only. Been said so, we soon went to sleep. Then disaster strucked.

We were raided by wild boars.

Whole tents was dismantled food stolen, and field packs bitten and man-handled by the wild boars. And they don't alone. They came as a family, There was three cute little pigglets, and infront of them, was two extremly big boars. They bashed through the constantina wires that was been placed all round the perimeter of the company's camp site and wreaked havoc. Sergeants threw flash bangs at them, recuits yelling all over the place, and soon the family of pigs left. Only to have another forced intrusion at another part of the camp site. This went on all through the night and before long, my buddy and i decided to sleep through the commotion and have a fresh start tomorrow. After all, if you don't disturb the boars, the boars won't disturb you too.

Not long after lying down on the ground inside our tent, huge grunting sound was heard, it came from behind my head, and it was very loud. I tilted up my head so that my eyes was looking at the back of me.

And there it was, a big bad wild boar sniffing all over my field pack.