Formation.Healthy.Life.Style.Day.
A simple 16km run. and a lot of complications and troubles just to organize it. and the benefits? only two days off! Just on the day itself, we were deployed as marshalers at like 2am, and we had to stay there ALONE until the run started and ended. that is a good four to five hours of feeding mosquitoes. and this is not any simple run on the simple road which cars drive on, it goes into forests that resemble those training areas you have at field camp or equivalent. I had the luxury of being deployed at a water point with tables which I could sleep on. but my poor mates were unlucky enough to be stuck in the middle of the jungle as mosquito food and replying on newspaper to make their floor bed. awesomely pathetic. I benefitted from an all round mosquito coil protection which the other company's water point people had set up and therefore suffered closed to zero attacks. awesome.
Last week was epic tiring. tuesday I spent an entire afternoon digging sand bags, filling potholes in the epic hot sun. i was baked i could swear. nothing could ameliorate the pain of having to fill almost close to hundreds of sand bags non stop and having to carrying them up and down the jeep to fill uncountable holes in the group. the smaller cracks weren't spared. the slightest hole have to be even filled! it was so hot that I got a bad burn by the end of the evening. 100 plus were in abundance but they didn't really help. I still made it a point to gym at the end of the day followed by a rewarding good night's sleep at night.
Tiring week. I had almost zero sleep last night. I only managed to steal quite some nap time from sleeping on the GS table. cool. listening to my mp3 player, while i'm lying on my bag, in the middle of a deserted road at midnight, looking straight at the moon. I forgot what i was listening to, but it was very calm, and it made me feel so soothed. but the sleepiness and fatigue started to kick in soon enough and i couldn't enjoy the weirdness of sleeping on a table in the middle of a road. epic.
I can't really describe how it felt like waiting to go back to bunk while waiting for something to happen. it's like forever waiting for something to happen. you're sitting in a 5 tonner crammed with your fellow friends. you're wet, your friend is wet too. everyone is wet and you just sit there like a cock, trying to absorb as much sleep as you can. your head swells with some throbbing pain from the lack of sleep as you wiggle your soaked toes. it is really drenched isnt it. the cold wind blows once again when you're about to enter sleepy land. and this time, you pop your head up. nothing is happening. just waiting...waiting...waiting.
then you check your phone. it's 9. then the next moment, it's 10. time sure didn't fly because you probably entered dream and exited dream for like a million times already. but time didn't do all your pain justice. you just waited. then you hear orders to load up some random crap. you go and do it. hoping the freaking tonner would move. then you load back up and no, it AIN"T moving. you sit there in painful agony again for like a million seconds.
and then, finally. they say they have orders. you receive orders that you guys are awaiting another 5-tonner to come from company line. and then once it comes, you load up a bit more stuff and you can go back and have your lunch. by then, your stomach aches and gastric juice swells up. the coldness, and the gastric pandemonium arouse more impatience from within. you are still frustrated that your sleeevs aren't dry and the fact that you try to sleep while leaning on your sleeps make your face wrinkled with rain water.
for the ten thousandth time your stomach growled. and you're just waiting. things start to become less clear and you can't really process information properly. you just are waiting for something that ain't going to happen soon. you imagine the people cocking up the procedures at the company line. people who are happily eating lunch at the cookhouse and cannot leave to fetch you guys because they haven't finish the last grain on their plate on their comfortable DRY seat. or maybe the driver who is still sleeping in his bunk. it's all about waiting huh. very well. let's wait. an endurance game it became.
that was how i spent like this morning with almost zero sleep and wet underpants and wet socks.
well. this sucks. FHLD sucks.
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