Today I said goodbye to many army colleagues who ORD-ed, leaving behind a much emptier and lonelier company line.
In truth, while you never really think about it while it lasts, every experience that you go through always seems a lot more surreal and precious only after it's over. Even as late as NDP I never felt that ORD would come soon, or that I would feel so sad to see everyone go, or that when I leave I will still leave behind friends who are still serving their time. I really just can't believe it's over.
All the good times and bad, the jokes and the jibes, the triumphs and tribulations, the happy successes with the disastrous failures, the praises, the scoldings, the arguments, the agreements. Attacking the enemy's ridgeline during FTX I and getting completely wiped out; saluting as we drove past the President at NDP, and before that when the national flag flew overhead; playing Magic The Gathering until 2am despite SOC tests the next day; rushing back to camp alone or in groups for one reason or another, solving problems and issues together before happily going to the canteen to buy each other lunch and pat each other on the back for a job well done. Playing LAN for hours, or mahjong after an exhausting run at the West Coast; PT in camp or outside, preparing vehicles for yet another audit; all these were an integral part of army life that, for better or worse, were all common to all of us as we journeyed those few months together.
And now, just like when I left RJC after the A Levels, I feel no sense of euphoria at being released from the clutches of the army or of major examinations. On the contrary, once again I feel a sense of emptiness instead, that life will somehow be different, that I will be missing something in the months to come.
Yeah, when I leave on Monday, I think I'll probably feel sad. Yet happy, for these will be experiences that I can confidently say that I will always treasure. Many regrets I might have of my time in army, but there too are things to be proud of.
I was far from the best commander or the best person in the army. Perhaps I didn't feel the need to shine in something I wasn't good at. Or maybe I just lost all my initial drive and enthusiasm after failing to make it to OCS. Maybe it was my men who caused me to feel so abjectedly depressed at times. Or perhaps it was undue pressure from the top that stressed me out. Whatever the case, one cannot make excuses for what happened. One just has to continue to reflect on it and learn from it. Then as it all ends, it becomes our responsibility to educate those who come after us, to show them the way forward in an organisation where human devotion, loyalty, kindness and integrity are, while not commonly seen, certainly not completely absent either.
To those who ORD-ed before me today, I salute you as civilians. To those I leave behind me next Monday, I salute you all too, for the hard work that you all put in.
It has been an honour to serve with the commanders and men of Cheetah Company, 46 SAR, 9th Mono-Intake.
Palpy
XI.04.2010