Guard duty, again...

I do not have fond memories of guard duty, especially if one was chased by a wild boar the previous time. That lump of fat is amazingly, surprisingly fast for one that bulky. Realising that my little baton and rattan shield were not going to be that much help, I jumped and took cover at a nearby tree before getting gored.

This time, I was back on mainland doing guard duty. Instead of the useless pieces of wood, I now carry M16 plus 5 miserable live rounds. In the middle of the night and early morning when most people will be asleep, I was doing my rounds around my camp. Came across two snakes on one of my patrols. Sometimes, I would slack at one corner on a staircase, wondering why the floodlights at Choa Chu Kang Stadium were still on. (the stadium is near my camp).

Nothing eventful happened, save for the fact that two of my prowler friends encountered durian pickers at the fence.