An Unexpected Call

Wait, that’s weird… This data packet’s completely haywire…

It’s been another lame-ass day doing nothing but checking and rechecking of all the junk us humans have been leaving around in our immediate vicinity (astrologically speaking). I monitor the vast amount of astrophysical data collected on a daily basis by the immense fleet of special cameras and whatnots.

Don’t get me wrong, its a highly important job; data must be constantly recorded in order to be examined. And it needs to be examined because we need to understand the world in which we live in and every bit of information we gather would help us understand where we came from. And if we knew where we came from, we can ultimately extrapolate where we might end up. So, if you keep it all in perspective, this is a really, really, really important post to be filled.

Or at least that was the spiel they tossed me. But even back then, I knew what this posting was gonna be; I’d gotten a Masters in Astrodynamics and Computer Science just to become a glorified mail box opener. A secretary does what I do, with qualifications that are a lot more humble. Continue reading “An Unexpected Call”

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Ruby

It lit up the bleak rubble like a spotlight and though it was small and muted, a trained eye could pick it out of the twilit remnants of this little town. And besides, its ruby glow was unmistakeable for a lit end of a cigarette; often times, it was the only sort of warmth a soldier was likely to find in the cold nights of the desert. Hope he enjoys it.

I sight it through my scratched scope, gauging the distance between us. 800 meters? Maybe 850. Not an easy shot, but manageable. I check the little flag I’d attached to the broken wall in front of me; hmm, a little too much wind and it looks a little like a cross wind was coming up from the other flag I’d set up down the street. A manageable shot was starting to get a little too difficult to risk it.

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The Bet

It started with a bet.

Doesn’t it always, with these kinda things? A nudge and a jeer, a snide remark and an implication of your courage? Tiny needles of outrage prickling over your skin, compelling you to do things you would never have even considered in any other frame of mind.

Peer pressure can be a damning force of motivation.

And so, covered in sweat caused by nervousness and exertion in equal parts, you entered the strange, fluorescently lit hallway you had found during your hiking trip. It was a spartan corridor; all you could tell was that it slanted downwards and turned right, buried into the side of the mountain, in the middle of a forgotten forest, far out in the wilderness of the North Country.

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3rd Entry: Hair Planes

Sunday 17/4/16 (Day 11 – Week 1)

Hair. One of the most visible indicators of a recruit (that and the face of a person shag beyond belief). It’s more than just a practical measure, to keep cool or to keep our helmets empty.

Symbolically, it’s also a kind of way to hammer in the idea of conformity. An army that is standardised functions more efficiently as a single unit.

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2nd Entry: Challenge

Wednesday 13/4/16 (Day 7 – Week 1)

Challenge.

That’s the lesson of the first seven days. NS is about challenging yourself, everyday. New drills, tougher PT, punishments and heat acclimation; you push your physical and mental limits everyday.

And you do it because it’s your duty, you do it for your country and your love ones.You do it because you should, and when you should do something, you have to do it too else what kind of man would you be?

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1st Entry

Monday 11/4/16 (Day 5 – Week 1)

The hardest thing about BMT so far is signing in a bloody box. Yeah, that’s pretty weird I know, but it’s true.

The first day was a little of a shock (I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard that many vulgarities in a day before but I got used to it real fast). Since then, there’ve been ups and downs.

Civilian life is pretty chill btw. Love it while you can (to any SG Boys out there).

PT has been pretty bad but everything takes some getting used to, I suppose. My head’s getting in the game but it’s taking its sweet time. If I was a sergeant, I’d make it do 20 pushups or smt.

People here are cool but there’ve been plenty of numbskulls too. Like insanely blur sotongs. Can’t blame them doe, I get pretty blur sometimes too.

Eh, it’s the beginning of Week 1. We’ll get there.