Deja Vu

Back to the same place today, again. 3 p.m. At the back of the 5 tonner, the sweltering heat forces men (signallers) like me to do anything to alleviate the situation. One was fanning his bulging white tummy in its full glorious view, the other was discussing DoTA tactics with his counterparts. Meanwhile, one fish had already died of overheating at the back of the 5 tonner. So much for cooked fish. Another fish was defecating all over the water.

At the same time: Climbing up the slope which has a 45 degree gradient. The effect of gravity is acting on my tummy as well, though not as bad as the white luohan. My boots turned from black to orange in a couple of minutes, as I tried to scale the knoll like a dog on four legs, with a lease of a BNC cable.

Our original objective: Lay lines and fish to pass the time. The objective changed to full rehearsal. Damn those upper management for being more fickle than housewives. In the end, using the excuse of having leave tomorrow, I escaped from the jaws of late night rehearsal. Sneaking off at the back of the garbage tonner, I endured the stench of fresh rations, but I do not mind, since I was returning back to camp. At least from a No-Man's Land to a Third World Country. If I had stayed any longer, I would be like the fish. So. No thanks.

Sometimes, it is not good to be helpful all the times. People eat you like dog biscuits. So, too bad....it's time to clear my leave.