"The murky clouds enveloped the moon menacingly, leaving no trace of the brilliance it once emitted."
Slogging through the 28km route march has conspicuously ripped me of all positivity. Yet I am glad I survived it, and as Kelly Clarkson aptly puts it: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I am gratified to be able to proclaim with pride to the world that I am now a fitter soldier. Not the best, but certainly someone truly capable of giving his best.
And now is the time of the week when any cadet would call for a celebration. Nights out today, POP tomorrow. Can life gets any better? Glad for all my section mates who stayed with me throughout these eight weeks, especially my buddy LCK. Without him I would have forgotten my jockey cap a thousand million times, not signed on forms for a hundred trillion times, and so much more. A zillion thanks to all who made these 8 weeks so much more enjoyable and fulfilling.
What prose cannot record will be engraved on the heart, for eternity.
