Ninja Company, to be in this Coy, was any recruit's worst nightmare coming true. All of us had heard stories, stories that we hoped would remain as stories. No, we're in for it, we're now part of the story. Training is gonna be tough, real tough, i told myself. I know there is no way i'm gonna get away, so why not enjoy it. Came the route marches, the strength trainings, the field camps, and the SIT Test. We had no one to depend on, but ourselves, and our fellow platoon mates. Perhaps, that's why we just got so bonded and so close. Or perhaps it was the baths that we had together, the times that we shared the load of cleaning up, the days when we got punished because of one another, the nights when we sit round the table for cup noodles, dressing each other up as girls with big boobs and watching lizards eating up flies. It all added up to the magic. Passing out parade was what we were looking forward to, but when the day came, we just hoped we had slightly longer time together.

All went our seperate ways, some were lucky to still have their buddies with them. I went into the navy, a transformation, a cultural shock. From a forest of green, to a sea of blue. From unforgiving sergeants to friendly and merciful course commanders. From awful tasting food, to not so awful, but still awful tasting food. I knew i was in for some new changes. Being onboard the RSS Vigilance was nothing but full of surprises. Sailing out into the vast ocean brought me on a voyage of discoveries. Sea states that none would have experienced. The night sky where all you see is nothing but millions of stars and the moon. I saw singapore, from the sea point of view. That was my favourite sight, because eveytime you see it, it only meant one thing. I'm coming home.

And now, March 15, 2009. My voyage had come to an end. A wonderful journey where lessons were taught in all different ways. I was being given my pink identification card, the very one that i surrendered 2 years ago. I'm as free as a man could be. It was happiness. The only worrying thing was, i now fall into the category of the Unemployed. Meeting up with those guys who shared my most menaingful period of the NS life was nothing but the best way to celebrate.

I've offically ORDed...