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Sunday, July 09, 2006, 5:50 PM
I know that I'm quite a blur and careless person sometimes, at times when I forget to alight at the correct stop, arrive late for outings and the list goes on. The recent incident during the past week really scared the hell out of me. It really jolted me awake and invoke a sense of urgency to start changing before something disastrous happen.It was my regimental guard duty on thursday when I lost my scabbald during my second prowling shift (11 to 1 am). Losing the scabbald is a chargable offence since it is a part of a weapon. No joke, I have to search within the prowling route I took. I was supposed to rest from 1 to 3 am but I have to forsake that rest. From 1 to about 5am I was walking around the camp, scrutinising every single location the scabbald could be: in the drains, grass patches adjacent the paths. The street lamps didnt help a bit. It was a fruitless search. By 6am the guard commander couldnt keep it under wraps anymore. He reported the case to the duty officer. I was told the consequences if I cannot recover the scabbald. Again I was sent out, together with my other platoon mates on duty that day, to find it. Barely 10 minutes into the search, it was found. The Sun.. saved my life. Spending a few weeks in detention barracks doesnt sound inviting at all. I never expected this to hit me but it did. I dont know how long I will take before I learn to get more attentive but one thing for sure, its going to be before I ORD. 6 more weeks |