It's over.. At last, three years, of blood, sweat, toil and tears. Three years of an adventure, three years of torture,three years of close friends, three years of subdued enemities. The culmination of three years of rigorous trainingin PT, drill, equitation, computers, humanities, weapons, field and basic engineering, battle-field tactics of the lowest echelons, day and night navigation, first aid and basic combat, the 10 metre jump..
It's all over. I've pushed my body to the edge of the envelope, my mind, even further, all for it to boil down to a slow march beside the mast of a now defunct ship to the haunting tunes of "Auld Lang Syne", having been granted the title of "Safal Cadet", in a number of disciplines.
I'm not saying that I'll miss it, then again, I'd be hard put to forget it in a hurry. The rush for the cold coffee, the last piece of pastry, the innovative ways of extracting some much needed sleep in classes, rushing of to change for PT right after an exhausting 40 minutes of drill..
Just that.. something feels wrong.. incomplete. A voice that says, it's far from over..
IT'S JUST BEGUN..
5 comments:
It has... But no longer do you walk alone... Look besides you... I'm there... Keeping up the pace... Always...
I mean every word of the comment above. And more...
Just that if you insist on walking into ditches intentionally, I'll pull you out but also yell at you for being daft enough to walk into them in the first place!
aah..........but is life evr done in th sense of done???
Its ok. After all,
"You put up with my crap and I put up with yours." - Husband.
"That's marriage?" - Wife.
"I'm thinking, yes." - Husband.
(a la Mad About You, featuring Helen Hunt)
P.S. This is the part where the dog nuzzles in and licks everyone's face.
So many unknown and unseen people appreciate you unknowingly and knowingly...for being an Ex-NDA and for being "a man" after NDA.
It is the most noble job.
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