Army Daze ... a sister's viewpoint

My Bro would have finished his Reservist training yesterday and I am wondering what he's been through in the past few days.

I remember the days (I sound prehistoric) when he sported a stylish crewcut as a Private when he first enlisted for NS. My Bro had those bottle-end thick glasses (yup) and I still remember the day Mum and I went to visit him at Tekong a few weeks at around his BMT. Mum brought chicken drumstick, if I recall correctly.

I recall fondly how my Bro used to return during the weekends with his load of dirty, muddy army kit and he was roasted brown from being under the sun. Who needs a sunbed ?

Not long later, my Bro finished BMT and he got posted as a Medic but due to his allergies, he became a (abet) boring Clerk. And then there was something about him being posted to WTC.

I don't remember much after that. But I do remember him telling our cousins who later enrolled into NS all the tricks and tips of NS. He had alot of tales and I still recall them with much laughter. Also, I enjoy relating them to my hubby (Brits don't have NS) as he is a 'Call of Duty' fan and an avid war history buff.

There was the mosquito-spray-can-first-then-take-cover-story.

Also, the infamous laughing tear gas story.

The army's extensive vocabulary expansion programme stories.

Many muddy underwear stories.

NS is something to this day I cannot figure out. I suppose its because I'm a girl.

My Bro's reservist stint will be over after next year.

He's become a Dad since. I know his precious Daughter missed him terribly because I rang everyday to check.

And yes, I hate to admit it too but I missed my Bro too ... awwwww