17 April 2008
Friday
10.19pm

A decent post again.

I shall not post anything else,
but something thats bothering me since this evening.




I was standing in my usual position in the parade square,
with my men behind me.
I stood there,
waiting for the last parade to begin.

But before the parade start,
Pei Le would turn to my platoon every 2 minute to tell them to stop moving.
Just imagine.
You're the platoon commander standing infront and your platoon get called for time aft time,
EVERY PARADE.

What does it say about you ?
Well thats one.

Second.
I was sitting down at the side of the track,
waiting for my men to return from their 5-minutes break.
It was already the 6th minute,
and I still many strolling back to fall in,
some even chit-chatting.

I suddenly felt this anger in me,
that I punished my whole platoon by doing more than 40 push-ups if Im not wrong,
together with some running.

I thought they would learn their lesson.
But what I heard from the other specialist was that they were actually laughing.

Time after time,
I tried to talk to them,
punishing them.

But I dont think any worked.

And this thought came to me.
Whats all the rank, awards, courses and recognition that I've got for the past few years all about?

I've failed.
Failed utterly as a Platoon Comm at this point of time.

And I've decided.
I'll only complete the basic drills,
and I'll stop.

Its not drills that will bring them far,
but the little things in NCC,
discipline, attitude etc.

I rather be branded the unreasonable PC by my men,
then being called a useless S.Spec who dont deserve his rank and cant teach his men.

I've decided.
I've decided.

Once after Mid year.
I'll transform Part A.
I'll do it.
I 'll . . . . . . .

17 April 2008
Friday
10.19pm

A decent post again.

I shall not post anything else,
but something thats bothering me since this evening.




I was standing in my usual position in the parade square,
with my men behind me.
I stood there,
waiting for the last parade to begin.

But before the parade start,
Pei Le would turn to my platoon every 2 minute to tell them to stop moving.
Just imagine.
You're the platoon commander standing infront and your platoon get called for time aft time,
EVERY PARADE.

What does it say about you ?
Well thats one.

Second.
I was sitting down at the side of the track,
waiting for my men to return from their 5-minutes break.
It was already the 6th minute,
and I still many strolling back to fall in,
some even chit-chatting.

I suddenly felt this anger in me,
that I punished my whole platoon by doing more than 40 push-ups if Im not wrong,
together with some running.

I thought they would learn their lesson.
But what I heard from the other specialist was that they were actually laughing.

Time after time,
I tried to talk to them,
punishing them.

But I dont think any worked.

And this thought came to me.
Whats all the rank, awards, courses and recognition that I've got for the past few years all about?

I've failed.
Failed utterly as a Platoon Comm at this point of time.

And I've decided.
I'll only complete the basic drills,
and I'll stop.

Its not drills that will bring them far,
but the little things in NCC,
discipline, attitude etc.

I rather be branded the unreasonable PC by my men,
then being called a useless S.Spec who dont deserve his rank and cant teach his men.

I've decided.
I've decided.

Once after Mid year.
I'll transform Part A.
I'll do it.
I 'll . . . . . . .