the end of bmt.

The End Of BMT.

   ohhhhh. the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain. the end is near,    oh shit.

OH shit. the end of my holiday on that island!

weeeeeeee no more coming back to this shit hole!!!! ( or so I thought). knn.

last few days. Handed in our wife’s. Said our final goodbyes. Shagged her for the last time. Took her apart, inspected every gap, every orifice and every matt black metal. And into the armory she went. Slut. Bet she`s waiting to see which young punk she gets to sleep with in a few days time.

even had two parties. the military`s MDC ( performing arts group thinge) came to sing. came to do skits. fukin boring. other party was at the company level. we acted. we danced. we sang. all for the dam oc`s, pc`s, instructors. fukin joke again. 

anyways, we were fit. we were trained. we were ready to get sent somewhere to some camp. we were freshly trained kids ready to kill ( or so we thought).

But before we left, we had some POP parade. Passing Out Parade. bah. Waste of time. We were to put on a show for our families and the whole bloody army HQ I think. Formation march. Formation shows like those you see on TV about north Korean large scale human parades.

Did that show at some stadium some where on the main land. oh well. went back to the island, handed stuff back, say good fukin bye to that island, got on the RPL back to commando jetty. round 7pm.

 as usual we were sat in our company, platoon levels. the officers came alone. did their stupid speeches. wowo u are great. owow you are now ready to start your life. wowowow you are now men! wowowo you will make us proud. all that shit.

we were than given our postings.

“ Nicholas. heres yours. you are to report for ACT. see you next Monday”.

we were already told wad each postings meant. each one know wad it all meant, where the places are, wad we will expect, wad type of places we were to go, infact, all the possible places that we could get posted to.

fukin ACT? !!! wtf? shitttttttt. arrrrrrrr!!!  2 more fukin months on that fukin island! arrrrrrrrr!!! fuk wad did I do to deserve this?

ACT= Advanced Continuous Training (Infantry).

We were given one week off, starting that evening. well than. one week of drinking, womanizing, sleeping and stuffing food into mouths.  not a care in the world. only 1 week of freedom enjoy it while we can.