Current Song: Amazing Grace (Music)
Current Read: Biotechnology Practical 1
After that day I saw LT Bernard during the career fair, my mind has been wandering to that little room in 4SIR Lim Chu Kang Camp 2, whereby a few of us called it home for a year or two. At the corner of that room sit a lovely, bubbly, and very plump woman who wore perfume and carried a fake LV bag. The room was always filled with her laughter, and she’s probably one of the reasons I don’t hate army as much as some of my friends.
She’s one hell a good superior who understand army boys. Once, I was still writing a report 9pm in the night when she was about to knock off. She told me to stop my work, reminding me that I’m just a NSF and work can never be finished. Then she treated me supper before we left the camp together. Another occasion, I was having problem with the medical centre due to an implemented urine regime by the Commanding Officer. To cut the story short, I was told to take up the duties meant for the medics. She protected me by barking back to the officers, and tried to shield me for being bullied. In the end, although Bernard and I was still the one being arrowed, I’m still grateful how she tried to protect us.
A year in 4SIR with her and the rest has been a joyous affair. We worked like a family. She was the mother of a handful of soldiers who she called them as darlings. Adam, Mike, Bernard, “Shawn” just to name a few. We complained to her, and she complained to us. We worked for her, and she gossiped to us. Our team spirit was so high that once the Commanding Officer commented that we are too happy and told us to be more serious in work. -_-” And so we gave him black faced whenever he entered the room. Other than that, we are still that funky, happy bunch of people playing as hard as we worked.
As I was thinking about how going back to camp this coming June wasn’t a bad idea, cause I will be seeing this old lady once again, I received the most shocking text from Adam. The text reads, “Madam Rosnita died yesterday due to a heart failure.”
*Blank*
It was too sudden.
I was heartbroken.
Life is so vulnerable.
As I vividly remembered how she used to care and concern about her subordinates including me, and knew that I won’t be seeing her again this coming June, tears started to roll down from my face. She taught me many things from her thirty-something years of army experience. She taught me how to take things easy, and not to give oneself too much stress. She taught me how to be more street smart by closing one eye. In fact, she’s the one that let me feel that serving NS isn’t that bad after all. Coz, unlike many other regular officers, she was a democratic leader with no airs, and has a lovely motherly image.
Although Bernard and I will be going back together (I think) this coming June, the room we used to work together will no longer be the same without her laughter.
The energy of joy in the room has gone.
So has her.
Chief, rest in peace.
She’s one hell a good superior who understand army boys. Once, I was still writing a report 9pm in the night when she was about to knock off. She told me to stop my work, reminding me that I’m just a NSF and work can never be finished. Then she treated me supper before we left the camp together. Another occasion, I was having problem with the medical centre due to an implemented urine regime by the Commanding Officer. To cut the story short, I was told to take up the duties meant for the medics. She protected me by barking back to the officers, and tried to shield me for being bullied. In the end, although Bernard and I was still the one being arrowed, I’m still grateful how she tried to protect us.
A year in 4SIR with her and the rest has been a joyous affair. We worked like a family. She was the mother of a handful of soldiers who she called them as darlings. Adam, Mike, Bernard, “Shawn” just to name a few. We complained to her, and she complained to us. We worked for her, and she gossiped to us. Our team spirit was so high that once the Commanding Officer commented that we are too happy and told us to be more serious in work. -_-” And so we gave him black faced whenever he entered the room. Other than that, we are still that funky, happy bunch of people playing as hard as we worked.
As I was thinking about how going back to camp this coming June wasn’t a bad idea, cause I will be seeing this old lady once again, I received the most shocking text from Adam. The text reads, “Madam Rosnita died yesterday due to a heart failure.”
*Blank*
It was too sudden.
I was heartbroken.
Life is so vulnerable.
As I vividly remembered how she used to care and concern about her subordinates including me, and knew that I won’t be seeing her again this coming June, tears started to roll down from my face. She taught me many things from her thirty-something years of army experience. She taught me how to take things easy, and not to give oneself too much stress. She taught me how to be more street smart by closing one eye. In fact, she’s the one that let me feel that serving NS isn’t that bad after all. Coz, unlike many other regular officers, she was a democratic leader with no airs, and has a lovely motherly image.
Although Bernard and I will be going back together (I think) this coming June, the room we used to work together will no longer be the same without her laughter.
The energy of joy in the room has gone.
So has her.
Chief, rest in peace.
