Retribution

My current assignment, believe it or not, is about the feminist movement.

........................?!

The good news though, is that I am free to choose any topic in relations to the feminist movement, and to compensate the shock dealt to me, I have chosen my essay topic as...

"Women and Sexism in the Military"

Heh.

Retribution, for all those years of making fun of girls.

And to top it all, I'm experiencing what they term as "The Writer's Block". Absolutely no information is currently been processed, even though I did extensive research on this topic.

As I stare into my blank screen, the screen stares back, and I feel a sense of being mocked overwhelms me - 3 days left, 1500 words to go.

Looks like it's going to be a long night.

Forward Spartans!

The 300 Fever is really getting out of hand.

Today's highlight at work was going down to the Wind Tunnel at NUS to pack up the place before some general comes.

And so we traveled, my colleagues and me, to the National University of Singapore, on board the trusty DSO van.

Along the way, we encountered heavy traffic. Soon we found ourselves crawling up the hill tagging behind 2 buses...

and then suddenly...

Bala pulls the gear, steps on the accelerator, and shouted...

"FORWARD SPARTANS! TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!!!"

And he makes an extremely dangerous overtaking maneuver that left us hanging on for dear life.

Heh.

The 300 fever is spreading.

This is where we hold them.

"A thousand nations of the Persian empire descends upon you, our arrows will blot out the sun!"

"Then we will fight in the shade."

Stelios confronting the Persian emissary. Battle of Thermopylae 480BC.

Such courage in the face of possible annihilation.

How I wish we were like this in our spiritual battles, even as we face a new wave of spiritual invasion.

Never give up, never surrender.

This is where we hold them.

"Earn your shields, boys!" - Spartan Captain to his troops at the Hot Gates, Thermopylae.

Happy Hour

*Ring!*

Dom: "Hello?"
Clerk: "Hi is this 3SG Dominic?"
Dom: "Yeah...?"
Clerk: "Hi, I'm calling from XXXX Unit, our OC would like to invite you to our Happy Hour on the 5th of March at 6pm, Mount Faber. Are you able to make it?"
Dom: "Happy Hour?! Erm I end work late that day, don't think I'll come......."
Clerk: "Okie then..."

Happy Hour - A time when army men behave silly, make loud and often incomprehensible noises and sing karaoke while gulping down huge amount of free flow beer.

That's the Army's idea of Happy.

Don't worry, even though I'm a spec and entitled to the hedonistic privileges that is found in the term "Happy Hour" at every specialist and officer mess, I haven't taken a single sip of alcohol before in camp (Due largely to the fact that Nee Soon Camp serves only ice water during her "Happy Hour", and that you'll only find me hogging the pool table with fellow troopers EZ and KB, churning out weird songs and doing mathematic calculation of the angle of attack for our pool game)

Now I find myself being invited down by my new reservist unit's CO for....

...a time of drinking?!

It's true, in the view of the world, the value of a man is judged by the amount of liquor that he's able to hold.

What happened to chivalry, honour and respect? Is true camaraderie found only when we get together to drink till we're dead drunk? Is it true that the unit that drinks together will fight well together?

I think not.

And somehow, God willing, I want to prove that their wrong.

PS: Dom is particularly happy with his reservist posting. His new unit won the award of Best NS Support Unit for the past few years, and Dom thinks that the unit is uber garang, to his utmost delight. Perhaps thats the result of having lots of ex-MRF troopers in the unit. Heh.