Why Are You Here?

There is this powerful drug called:

Adrenaline

That can helped you survive through the long hours of waiting, waiting & waiting

For the long howling siren that spread across the base.

That put you into action what you have been trained to do so.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

From my duty which starts yesterday till today afternoon, I performed my duty extra diligently, extra vigilant...just to wait for something to happen and put us into thick of action.

But KNNBCCB, the siren refused to sound. What replaced it was some mini exercise conducted by our own senior commanders to keep us on our balls. It left me very disappointed when I saw the mounting team, walking towards the guardhouse to replace us in the afternoon. After all the energy & effort, am I just going to send arms and return home to rest?

But while I was still at the guardhouse packing my stuffs to proceed back to the armoury, the SIREN sounded! I was damn happy and excited to hear that. SBO, helmet, rifle were worn in spilt seconds as we gathered to receive briefing from our commanders. In a way, I was lucky to remain longer at the guardhouse than my friends who initially were on their way to the armoury yet turned back half way running toward the FUP.

Coincidentally, the whole BSC Company was on the scene as we were in the midst of handover/take over. The controllers were damn cunning to make use of the transition period to catch us off our guard.

The scenario is: bomb threat detected at XX building and we had to go cordoned off /search for bomb/evacuate all personnels inside the building.

I was part of the evacuation team and therefore we stormed into the building hollering at the top of our voice to direct personnel to the safety point. There was this realism seeping into our minds while we performed our drill because people are moving about wondering what the fuck is happening and we had to establish our authority to make them move. This is certainty not what I expected after spending the past few months training at night in empty building with my platoon using intruders simulated by our own personnel.

All in all, we did relatively well to earn small praises by our OC & CSM who recognize all our effort to perform the drills well. After all the months of stagnating around wandering aimlessly without any certain direction, this is my wake-up call to put in my best effort to make sure we achieved our best possible result not because of my unit, not because of my commanders whom I still think they are fuck up but for myself to remind that I am not as fuck up as what they make us to be and we indeed do have pride instill in us to do our job well even though we absolutely hate it to the core.

Come tomorrow Wednesday - Thursday period, I will certainly be expecting more.

P/s: do i sound very garang? I'm not garang at all. All i did was to transform my anger at certain stuffs into something positive in this exercise.

posted by Immortali @ 9:37 pm