Fire Direction lessons were over, so were the mental stress.
Here comes the Motar phase, which means the motar drills. Its just so fucked up that everyone shag out. haha, i was so shag i didnt know what i was doing already, just standing there laughing at everyone and myself. wtf. nvm. Its outfield btw, so we got damn dirty due to the rain. i just hate outfield.
Its pretty dangerous cuz the motar is 405.5kg and we had to manhandle it, strip it and bring across grounds which couldnt be towed. Talking about towed, a detachment of 6 soldiers have to push the motar over a distance of fuck up terrains. screw that.
In short, its just physically shag. and so, i just booked out, and is going to rest already. Totally have no energy to go out. shall wake up tmr and see how much i have left for gym, if not shall leave it to sunday! needa a tan also.
goodnight folks! xoxo
