My Letter From Home

I know I've been procrastinating about blogging. Every weekend, I tell myself to jot down some thoughts of the past week in camp but it seems like it didn't happen. I was either busy hanging out or online, not for blogger but hooked on Facebook and catching the latest episode of Heroes and Gossip Girl.

So, field camp. Last week. Spelt the worst six days I ever been through in my entire life so far. I almost forgot there's a adjective call 'dirty' in my dictionary. SIX day. NO shower, NO washing of hands, FULL camou cream 24/6. Now you may ask how I survived, I'll tell you now. It's my letter from home.

On the forth day in HELL, my mind is blank. I'm no better than a walking zombie after one whole day of digging shell scrape aka grave. As if this were not enough, Sirs an Sergeant's fucked and hurried us again and again trying to make the impossibles possible.
Then it was dawn. We were asked to gather and PC starting lecturing us about discipline and all. To keep things simple, it ended up with distributing letters our family had written for us.

I tried very hard to hold back my tears. I failed. My brother wrote 'In this unfamiliar, insecure, dirty, uncomfortable, dark and away from home environment...' Every adjective were damn fucking true. It's as if he was there. Some more, those words of encouragement like 'the whole family is behind you' were so strong that I managed to pull through it. I read it trice. I know I needed that. Everyone needed that.

I love you, Dad Mom and Bro.


Till then
xoxo