Sheep Talks
It’s probably the full moon beckoning me to wax subjects worthy of a psychiatric evaluation.Hehe.
Maiba, just now, I heard from my inmates from TBS ( The Basic School) regarding our travel arrangement tomorrow. We will be spending the holy week at a remote island in Cavite. We shall be back at our beloved school wearing athletics and God-knows-battle dresses.WE will no longer be forsaken candidate soldiers but would rather act as highly feared tactical officers and I’ll be their most senior. So you can imagine what becks and calls I can possibly generate to keep the candidates officers on their toes. But I would not be doing that because I am too nice.Hehe.
In the past weekends, we visited the school to check on our sheeps and took our respites from the rigors of urban Manila.The Seal Warriors took us through a rubber boat ride to El Fraile ( an imposing WW2 immovable warship constructed in the midst of an ocean between Bataan and Cavite)It was a ride of lifetime.WE braved the tempest waves with just a fragile rubber boat and lifesavers.
Our sheeps will take their Force March this Holy Thursday and we will release them in the mountains on the weekend and we will be tagging along with our battle dresses and M16.hehe.Or rather not..I might be holing in the shore and beat the heat swimming and surfing..in the net:) while they sweat their fears out with simulated battle scenarios up there.
I have not so far displayed the role of a warrior as what we were trained to be in the TBS. But just this afternoon, I expended a certain rage to a person for being a lousy slack.Being that,spells life and death for a soldier.But I checked myself because truth to tell, I have a reputation for being funny and lousy at the school ( i’m only second to my sistah sa pananampalataya who is the funniest and lousiest of us all hehe).Of course, the drill instructors did not notice that coz for them I’m cute.hehe.
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