I am so god damn proud of myself completed that 7 days field camp in the wild. It was completely different from what I thought it would be. It wasn't that bad afterall. Although we were given long sleeping time, eventually we still find ourselves not energetic enough the very next morning. Just imagine waking up every few hours in the middle of the night just to ensure that my rifle isn't 'stunt' by anyone, i'm in proper cover and its not raining. Haha.
First day: Marched for 8km and built our basha, attend lectures and went for bed. Fuck, got guard duty as prowler. Its been raining the whole afternoon, the grounds are so un-even and my boots are so heavy because of the mud. I puked every 10mins for 2 hours during the duty. And the rations are quite tasty.
Second day: lectures in the wild again. Starting to get sick of rations.
third day: march over to oil palm in the evening and settled there. Rations sucks.
4th day: we were given a technical break; fresh rations were given to us and we stayed in a deserted building near the oil palm. In the evening time, they even screened a movie for us 'The Little Man'.
5th day: test! All the lectures and drills to be executed properly. Marched over to reclaimed land and settled there.
6th day: dig and dig a 1.8m trench.
7th day: BIC. Completed with perserverance. LOL! then back to camp in toner.
So that basically summarises most of the things that happens in the field camp. And I've got a bunkmate who managed to keep his uniform clean throughout this 7 days. He refuses to lay down on grasses and mud, so he always detour and my sarge will shout at him 'eh fuck ask u take cover why you run all over!?'
Now I appreciate food and shower more 😀