One of the few things that i like about a military organisation, is the presence of high ranking uniformed officers whose decision about almost everything in camp counts.

Of course, seeing that those high ranking officers having excellent educational credentials and supposedly 'leadership abilities that are recognised by the military organisation' that they can have the crabs on their shoulders.

Sounds like the right man for the right job, right? Maybe not. Especially if those officers whom we though was a gentlemen turned out to be an ugly beast that has just reared his head, hidden beneath a cloak of deceit and lies. What I am trying to get at in layman's term is this - he act only. In fact, the term is quite an understatement. I'm lost for more powerful singlish words to make people understand.

On the hierarchy of command in the camp, followed by those with crabs, comes those with silver threads on their blue pieces of cloth on their shoulders. These are what i call the 125 squadron, aka 马屁精. They sometimes seem to carry out their jobs with over-zealousness, forgetting that they were too, like us, with nothing on their shoulders or their sleeves. Next, comes those with ranks that are measured by the length and the density to which the golden 'fixtures' decide how senior they are. Those over 'garang' ones are very easily recognisable - just look for the ones that seek to impress their bosses by sacrificing the polite way they treat trainees. You'd know what i mean.

Why am i saying all these? Because in the military organisation, with rank, anything is possible. Including CONFINING THE ENTIRE CAMP ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON WITH REASON GIVEN 'BECAUSE THE CAMP IS DIRTY' 2 DAYS BEFORE OUR BOOKOUT. I'd say FUCK IT. Just because you are leaving doesnt give you the right to show the incoming they you are just a wayang king. Just because you are leaving doesnt mean that you, can treat us like we're some fucking dirt understand?

I'm glad i can just Serve And Fuck off.