Archive for the 'Army' Category

Broke my leg.

Friday, July 24th, 2009

As some of you have already realized, I landed myself in hospital with an open compound fracture of my tibia and fibula.
The story goes like this, I was chased by wild dogs – who weren’t supposed to be there in the first place – at night, in my army camp. I ran down a slope [...]

A Soldier’s Journal

Monday, July 6th, 2009

Doing duties on a Saturday feels like Chinese New Year.
You wake up early in the morning. You eat lots of junk food. You watch TV all day long, while striking up conversations with people you barely know.
- Private Gary, 040709

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

Had the privilege to watch this acclaimed movie today during my “time off” from the army.
Personally, I’ve mixed views about the film.
The historical inaccuracies and a lack of realism marred the potential of the film greatly. It certainly was weird hearing German and Jewish characters speak in perfect English; though I could understand the compromise, [...]

Payback.

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

A freed soldier is often furious. The days and nights he lost, the torture and humiliation he suffered – it all demands a fierce revenge, a balancing of the accounts.

A Soldier’s Journal

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

That peculiar feeling strikes me again.
Lying on my bed in camp. I can’t sleep. I’m breaking out in sweat from the weather.
The best opportunities always don’t come to me. Do I sit it out and wait for the golden goose, or do I just make do with something lesser?
This is not how I envisioned my [...]

Military friends.

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.
Just so aptly describes my weekends.

Protected: Escapology.

Friday, May 29th, 2009

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

Hello soldier.

Friday, May 29th, 2009

I almost signed off with this when replying to an email from a potential client.
Regards,
PTE Gary Su
Signal Clerk
Such is my fate in life. You can call it “from riches to rags”.

The Beatles – Yesterday

Dr Allan Ooi:

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

My job was terrible – no joy, no satisfaction, 10-14 hours a day of nothing. A prison.

William Shakespeare:

Monday, May 18th, 2009

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? If you wrong us, do we not revenge?

“We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation.”