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.