wrapping up.

the first thing i headed for when i reached home on a beautiful saturday night at 9.09pm was to head for the shower.
3 days of SIT test outfield finally ended to much anticipation of a hurried bookout, so reminiscent of the jaguar tradition. most of us complained so badly at this rush which was somehow or rather we tot, created by the Sirs and Sergeants. Anyway, we had to chiong dinner in like 5 mins, send arms in 10 mins, change, pack up bag simultaneously and run to the ferry terminal which is really freaking far from our company line. Hah, but now, no complains since i can rest on the cosy and comfy bed while watching tv in the aircon.
SIT test was a totally different outfield experience for me, as it contained much more fun and interesting events that fieldcamp would not haf. Slack as it would be to all companies in BMT, it was unprecedented considering the rigour of fieldcamp. Imagine having the time after 3pm for one to sleep without worries of the CSM coming to kick ur ass right in the middle of the training shed or to cook maggi mee without being interrupted for some stupid tekan session. Hah, so it was like this for the past 3 days, since 6 missions per day will end almost slightly after lunch.
The only difficult part of SIT test would indefinitely be the marches. First day, we embarked on a 12click road march which seemingly was so easy for the first 8km, afterwhich, i felt was a terrible push forward for the last 4km. Nevertheless, motivation surged and i completed it hah. Subsequent days brought to our realisation the idea of fast march. 4km and 2km on the 2nd and 3rd day respectively. Gruelsome speed but it was rather easy for me still since i had a slack role in SIT test, haha, carrying nothing except my SBO and m16. I still managed to push and spur people on to keep up pace, something i feel proud of. at least it came when i was shagged, not from the idea of being loud just to go to OCS. Luckily, im sure everyone will admit that road marches were very much easier for Jaguar as the weather was extremely nice to us on all the days. Kudos! And that Platoon 2 had no fall outs!
Missions wise i would prolly be the only one to be given the chance to be IC twice. Was IC for the mission of quicksand crossing as well as cliff rescue. Both were quite successful in a sense, and i do hope that i get across my leadership potential genuinely and not in the garang, forced way. heh, missions are always tiring with those lame arti drills and sniper drills, with the need to evacuate casualties. tiring as it may be, its over! hah, ignore the results and move on with life.
Most interestingly, we were somehow struck by 2 big jokes during outfield missions, i don think i ever did tell people outside jaguar coy. hmm, haha, the first one really took us by surprise. here it goes. after fieldcamp, we marched all the way back to coyline but did not make a left turn from tekong highway into the road leading to the coyline, instead we breaked track to right to this training shed for fieldcraft and were settled in there. afterwhich, the sergeant came and told us so seriously that we had to pitch our bashas for one more night and haf combat rations b4 we could return to coyline. all of us had our jaws practically dropped until the OC came with a smile and said it was a joke! hah, we all cursed at that moment. Jaguar tradition as it may seem, it carried on for our SIT test conclusion too. While we were told by all our frens from other companies that there would be tonners to bring us back to coyline instead of a 7km march, we were told otherwise at 3pm yest. We had to assemble our fieldpacks and conduct warmups and a water parade. However, this was a big surprise that went awry, since we had such a shock be4. the sergeants' smiles gave the ball away. warm up was unusually cajole, as we had to form up 20 rows in push up position, while the Sirs and Sergeants walked around smiling. Then, we formed up on the road, still expecting the joke to end, but it did not. With the fieldpacks on, many platoons were made to form up in tactical formation, something unprecedented for road march as it would be far too demanding on the physical soul, while others hand to lie prone position on the sides of the road while the front scout 'clear the path'. Clearly, we began to figure out this was another joke. But it still did not end there. The road march finally started and some of us began to think if it was true. Negotiating the bend about 1km ahead, we finally saw our light - the 5 tonners awaiting to send us home, with the OC smiling so happily. Happy as we may be, this big 'tradition of jaguar' was sure pissing enough and taxing enough on us that we had to curse our way during rush hour to book out on time.
Sighs, like it all sums up, Jaguar is a company almost as xiong as Ninja or Viper, but the playfulness of the instructors still remain.