Once I got 11B ahh, now I’m getting my Pink IC AHH!

Actually, it’s sang backwards (refers to title). One of the many songs we’d shout out during our route marches to keep up the spirit. =)

Discounting today, I’m exactly, 83 days – 44 working days away from the big day. Not meaning to brag of course (since everyone will eventually reach this stage at some point and it’s just meaningless to tease… though it does feel awesome i might add), but just to reiterate the fact how everything in life seems so fast-forwarded in retrospect; 1 year 10 months, it honestly has not been such a drag thus far and I hope my remaining days wouldn’t be bogged down by some meaninglessly ridiculous training that some bright officer would happen to think-up just to show how committed and brilliantly smart he actually is. Of course, no one in specific. Which is always the case.

In fact, I am actually grateful that my appeals for deferment 2 years ago did not get through. Instead of seeing it as an untimely and rude interruption to my academic advancement, it is most definitely God’s good planning. Had I not entered our Good and Valiant Service, I would definitely be working at some pie shop as a waiter right now, holding on to a degree in Business Administration that is as good and worthy as toilet paper. I exaggerate. But anyone would agree that this isn’t exactly a very auspicious time to graduate… unless, without doubt, you are the one giving the valediction. Which I find hard to imagine in my case.

Army has played it’s part in shaping me up, teaching me life’s lessons and invaluable social skills. Such as? Well, for starters, most people have a general inclination to be selfish, not everyone deserves especial acts of kindness and everybody works only for book-outs. But I shall delve into that discussion another time.

With my time coming to an end in this green chapter, I should be all psyched and hyped up, crossing out my remaining days in the calendar with great diligence, dreaming of all the freedom I could get and fantasizing about the fact that I get to drool on my own pillow every single night (figuratively of course), but I am and, I’m not. What I mean to say is that life starts after this and everything will come and go and pass us like the morning mists that drape and hang at our feet – fleeting and surreal. Life isn’t meaningless, it’s just short. Or rather, “youth is short” should be the right way to put it. It is mixed excitement and fear that hits me every time I think ORD.

Perhaps I worry too much. Which is only natural and human because we’re always thinking ahead, thinking “What if”.

So if you’re wondering how I feel about ORD. Here is your most definite and precise answer. But in God I trust, I trust God alone!

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~ by Edmund on August 17, 2009.