Life is so ironic, but anyway I'm back with my stuff that yes! I have to rant and rave about.
The flight bound for Rockhampton was excellently scheduled - we reached Camp Growl in the dead of the night, but the people I really pity the most was those who had to do the tiresome stuff the next day. The air was cool and that was something I had hoped for, or at least a consolation that I'll be having such fine weather at night for 2 weeks. Again, the excellent efficiency of the Forces proved its worth once again to my pleasure, da-hell! A few of us didn't have the bunk space to sleep, and the three of us had to stifle into an Officer's Lair thanks to the excellent Forces organisation.
"What's their rank?" "Oh, they are privates" - Like how many times do the officials have to ask that question? Yes, I know Mister Officer that "No Dogs and Privates" are allowed in your holy sanctum but I wouldn't care less.
The following days morning was totally blastingly freakingly hot, and my lips had already begun its peeling process. Breakfast always greeted us a toast in the face, or some jam in hands. On unlucky days, you might receive thick shrads of fake imitated yellow noodles in horrible seafood sauce or you may end up with spoilt porridge that make you end up having a diarrhoea and pass out exactly what you have eaten. Yes, that's exactly what we have been fed - diarrhoea poo. Fortunately, the canteen was opened to cater to our whetting appetites, but alas wasn't exactly very favourable as food was rather expensive.
Comicreader kept praising the Lasagne at the canteen, as though it was the first time he was tasting it. To me it was something I was capable of cooking (seriously). You know, there seems to be so many people interested in eating and eating and nothing else but eating, that it is clearly driving me mad. Like for example, the driver for our broncho kept talking about this super delicious 'ban bian' at his house, and some dunno what jade noodles at some place. He refused to eat combat ration, and more often than not, he is always getting hungry at the wrong times. Some people are gluttons, with absolutely poor taste-buds. Like how Comicreader went gaga over the buffet-lunch at Great Keppel Island was enough for me to self-contain my laughter. At the motel, where we had a supposedly special breakfast, Comicreader said it was the best breakfast he ever had. I could have asked him politely if I could roll my eyes, good gracious! It's merely American Breakfast and you are extolling it like oh wow I'm eating ambrosias. Now I can account for his country bumpkin(ness).
What the Forces is so proud of, and is so capable of, was brought into play even in Australia with all the stupid banners placed at eye-sore places. How many times do u think I will be seeing that useless banner of useless quote if it was placed outside the toilet? Would I say it has finally served its purpose as it has been etched into my memory?
The banner says : Forces have to train hard and realistically so that they will be ready to complete their missions. Safety is an integral part of this training and is a hallmark of the professional competency of the Forces. What struck me was the use of the word 'hard', being used as an adverb there to describe the adjective (train), but I thought most adverbs ended with an -ly, like realistically. I really think there was a printing error, shouldn't it be : Forces have to train hardly and realistically etc...? And ... is a haltmark of the professional competency ...?
These grave errors should be rectified immediately.
When I say things get very ironic, they really do. Like people around me are taking their cameras along to snap the memorable moments of their lives when mid-way during the exercise, they are groaning and moaning like it's never gonna end. And when the Kodak moments comes, they fix their gaze, posture upright, looking stout and manly with their rifle. I am sure our dearest Forces would want you to be that vigilant always.
Things got a little absurd and far too rigid, when our dearest RSM told us to camouflage the vehicle. Remember that the camouflage net is dark green, and will it blend in like a chameleon to its surrounding, if the Australian surrounding is sandy brown?
The flight bound for Rockhampton was excellently scheduled - we reached Camp Growl in the dead of the night, but the people I really pity the most was those who had to do the tiresome stuff the next day. The air was cool and that was something I had hoped for, or at least a consolation that I'll be having such fine weather at night for 2 weeks. Again, the excellent efficiency of the Forces proved its worth once again to my pleasure, da-hell! A few of us didn't have the bunk space to sleep, and the three of us had to stifle into an Officer's Lair thanks to the excellent Forces organisation.
"What's their rank?" "Oh, they are privates" - Like how many times do the officials have to ask that question? Yes, I know Mister Officer that "No Dogs and Privates" are allowed in your holy sanctum but I wouldn't care less.
The following days morning was totally blastingly freakingly hot, and my lips had already begun its peeling process. Breakfast always greeted us a toast in the face, or some jam in hands. On unlucky days, you might receive thick shrads of fake imitated yellow noodles in horrible seafood sauce or you may end up with spoilt porridge that make you end up having a diarrhoea and pass out exactly what you have eaten. Yes, that's exactly what we have been fed - diarrhoea poo. Fortunately, the canteen was opened to cater to our whetting appetites, but alas wasn't exactly very favourable as food was rather expensive.
Comicreader kept praising the Lasagne at the canteen, as though it was the first time he was tasting it. To me it was something I was capable of cooking (seriously). You know, there seems to be so many people interested in eating and eating and nothing else but eating, that it is clearly driving me mad. Like for example, the driver for our broncho kept talking about this super delicious 'ban bian' at his house, and some dunno what jade noodles at some place. He refused to eat combat ration, and more often than not, he is always getting hungry at the wrong times. Some people are gluttons, with absolutely poor taste-buds. Like how Comicreader went gaga over the buffet-lunch at Great Keppel Island was enough for me to self-contain my laughter. At the motel, where we had a supposedly special breakfast, Comicreader said it was the best breakfast he ever had. I could have asked him politely if I could roll my eyes, good gracious! It's merely American Breakfast and you are extolling it like oh wow I'm eating ambrosias. Now I can account for his country bumpkin(ness).
What the Forces is so proud of, and is so capable of, was brought into play even in Australia with all the stupid banners placed at eye-sore places. How many times do u think I will be seeing that useless banner of useless quote if it was placed outside the toilet? Would I say it has finally served its purpose as it has been etched into my memory?
The banner says : Forces have to train hard and realistically so that they will be ready to complete their missions. Safety is an integral part of this training and is a hallmark of the professional competency of the Forces. What struck me was the use of the word 'hard', being used as an adverb there to describe the adjective (train), but I thought most adverbs ended with an -ly, like realistically. I really think there was a printing error, shouldn't it be : Forces have to train hardly and realistically etc...? And ... is a haltmark of the professional competency ...?
These grave errors should be rectified immediately.
When I say things get very ironic, they really do. Like people around me are taking their cameras along to snap the memorable moments of their lives when mid-way during the exercise, they are groaning and moaning like it's never gonna end. And when the Kodak moments comes, they fix their gaze, posture upright, looking stout and manly with their rifle. I am sure our dearest Forces would want you to be that vigilant always.
Things got a little absurd and far too rigid, when our dearest RSM told us to camouflage the vehicle. Remember that the camouflage net is dark green, and will it blend in like a chameleon to its surrounding, if the Australian surrounding is sandy brown?
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