Endless road ahead

Its been a fairly routine week for this week. Wake up early, whole day of training, with lots of waiting time in between, and going back to camp extremely late like 12 am. Sleep. Then wake up. Endure guys, endure..

The environment outfield here is really sian. No matter what the weather is, its bad. If the day is dry, then its likely to get blisteringly hot and humid out here. The tank hull heats up and that makes clambering up and down the tank difficult. When the tank moves around, a sandstorm is raised, sufficient to induce bronchitis to everyone nearby. A fine layer of red sand(clay) settles on everything around here.. If the day is wet, then the sand becomes mud. While there is no more sandstorm around, the wet weather seriously inconveniences movement outfield, with mud being distributed around here there everywhere. Not to mention that due to the heavy weight of the tank, a surprisingly large number of mud pools are formed out here. While tank movement is not impeded by mud pools, poor infantry people walking on 2 legs as the occassion demands suffers. Oh yea, the mosquitoes out here comes in platoon sizes, all commando quality. Imagine it, a platoon of army guys, brought down by a section of red beret mosquitoes. Despite the fact that we are covered from head to toe by our long 4 uniforms, these moquitoes come equipped with extraordinarily long needles, capable of piercing clothes.

At night, without the usual comfort level of light to illuminate the darkness, chaotic movement sets in. The nightlife of insects buzz, including mosquitoes, which now bring out a whole battalion in search of fresh blood. However, when all in quiet, cruising at the back of tank, feeling the fresh after-breeze of a rainfall, with clear skies full of stars, I can find a refreshing sense of solitude. It would have been a nice situation if not for the fact that I had army training to carry out.

Seeking solitude amongst the starry nights.