5, 4, 3, ...

We woke up to the early role calls; perspired buckets after dynamic stretching warmups; grimaced in pain during the static PTs; stretched muscles long forgotten; whined about people, anything and everything.

Though we all got lost for very different reasons, TF1 and 2, and no longer used to the load, we didn't give up. Though the sweat and blood we shed, we helped each other in suffering while blocking out unnecessary extra loud noises(read: irritating people who talk a lot) during the mission, completed what we need to and made it to the end.

CO said we got off to a slow start, but we ended the frame with what we do best, a big bang. Because we don't fluff unnecessarily, we only do things when it mattered and we do it to our best with that extra 5% more. Had to agree with what Wilfred said, CO was wrong about us, because he don't understand us. :)

It was great meeting everyone again, reminiscing about the glorious past (HAHA!). YK mentioned that only though suffering men truly bond, can't agree more with that. (though the la-sai gang would not agree with it 100%, you guys reading this shld know who, you know I know.. Haha.)

It has been an awesome 2 weeks. A good break for everyone, looking forward to the next one already. Next year.