Benefit of the Doubt

In case the Desert Rose on my tagboard is really her. From now on, I shall never mention her nickname ever again in my blog; the Desert Rose has wilted, and it shall remain confined in my memory.

Back to other stuffs. Failed SOC again. Somehow, I had not learnt the proper technique of clearing the low wall. (which is in fact 2m high) In the process I had obtained more bruises and patches of blue and black along the way. The worst part was that my company(actually platoon size) had to wait unnecessarily, as we had missed our ferry in the allocated time. To rub salt to our wounds, three companies of privates cut our queue; we ended up waiting not only for them to pass, but also for the parents that came later to send their homesick boys off (the new recruits).

One day, their sons will understand the agony of waiting for other parents of other new recruits to board the ferry.