As we get the call, the dreaded call which we have been forewarned.
One cannot help but curse and swear at the timing of it.
A Saturday, the sixth day of the week.
The first day of the weekend.
Wearing green again, in Full Battle Order no less.
A sense of nostalgia, a sense of pride.
Because we wear red on our heads, we are the elites.
We get the missions which no one else could possibly do.
That’s how good we are.
When shit hits the fan, by the third wave, we’re behind enemy lines.
The guy to the left and right of you will be responsible for keeping you alive.
He will be the father and mother, the only family you got out there.
And the best thing is, we will definitely come back.
For that’s how good we are.
But i digress, it was not that serious yet.
We are just on standby. We equip ourselves with mission essentials and wait.
Wait is a trademark of the military.
Rush to wait, wait to rush.
Time is but a number on the chalkboard.
Within 8 hours, every one is ready to go.
At the pickup of a phone, at the flick of a switch,
we could be off to some “REDLAND”
We are ready! Ready to protect the ones we love and hold dear.
For love is thy weapon.
N+12, half a day has gone, into the wee hours of the morning,
Its been a good exercise. We have achieved tremendous scores.
We have done good. As if there’s any other outcome.
Its now reversing what we have done.
Return all that was drawn out
That is a buggeration, a chore.
The accounting for things always takes longer that the distribution.
Its not good, its slow, things will get lost.
People will forget to return items.
But we get it done all the same.
All done and ready to leave.
We are pleased to have gotten together.
A one day reunion of sorts.
We are pleased to do our part
Singapore is safe for another day.