My 2 bed buddies and I died today.

We died under Block 53 in a built up area at 0640hrs.

We had walked about 10km to our FUP just outside our area of ops thanks to the front man of the point section who horland-ed(lost his way)...and waited in the vegetation for 3hrs until the H-hour. The planned route was 7km.

Me and my 2 bed buddies stacked up as Team 1 of our section, then thrown into the fray by our PC, outnumbered by enemies from all directions. We dashed across an open area and planted our backs on the wall once we hit Block 53. The bodies of our platoon mates were everywhere.

We slowly edged to a blind corner where i took a peek, before turning back to see an enemy with his rifle protruding from the 2nd storey. I fired 2 shots (blank rounds) and killed him. Just before i brought my team to storm the 1st room, the 3 of us were shot from behind. My buddy failed to cover our backs becos he kept looking in front to close up with us.

My company 2 I/C, who was the umpire, went into a rage.

"You 3 DIE! you fucker! where you looking YOU! You point yur rifle behind but you are NOT looking!"

That was the last day of my 4 day field camp - known as Grandslam II.

The 2nd and 3rd day were really physical and mental strenous...i salute those who breezed through grandslam II...cos towards the end i really zombified le.

2nd day afternoon it rained. i sat on the edge of the shellscrape i dug. rain really kills off our morale...and everyone had this frustration that it always and only rains while we go outfield, as though the heavens are making a fool out of us. in comparison, out of the 10+ SOC and 6 ippt i've taken in Sispec, only one SOC got cancelled due to rain.

After the rain stopped, my buddy and i still had a trench to dig. i slowly stood up, and could feel my cold socks squishing the water out of my insoles in my boots. my trousers were drenched, my limbs feeling numb. as i looked around, i felt as though i was watching a slow motion movie. or maybe i was watching Resident Evil? o.O

spent abt 14hrs digging total. we were given 20+hrs to complete.

3rd day afternoon, the rain came again. the F word sounded off throughout the knoll that we were defending... and this time it was heavier. i hid under a simple shelter than me and 3 other section mates made in anticipation of the rain. i was shivering like fark from the rain and the wind blowing it in from the sides.

Only the hope that i no matter what, i will eventually book out on friday, and the mutual support we had amongst my section kept me going. I think compared to Grandslam II, the 32km march we had last week was really...peanuts.