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Saturday, October 27, 2007, 11:44 PM

I never believed in karma until that eventful friday afternoon.

Recall the previous incident that made me blew my top, the one which the commander had his meal and proceeded to rest while his platoon worked for him? Well, he got his just deserts. He was at the receiving end of what I went through.

And finally, the day I prophesize has arrived, the day when the culmination of dispute finally reaches its threshold, the day when the platoon would stage a mutiny. Scary but true. It is ironical how the same people commented this would be the type of commander they desire would be among those who initiated. This is the consequence when the platoon deem the commander unworthy of leading them. I have long expected this inevitable day the moment I saw how he managed the platoon, his leadership capabilities, the lack of actually, and his mannerisms.

To effectively lead a platoon crammed with competent ex-students with numerous distinctions in the A levels, each with their own unique thinking and expectations would be no easy feat. Not that I want to boast, but signal platoon consists of the most number of 3As and 4As in the whole battalion. A commander can be your friend, and the vice versa is true. However, in order to command the respect of the platoon, one has to differentiate that subtle difference. He would need to know when to exert his authority and when to engage in soul-soul conversation. This is imperative, especially in this platoon. Too much pressure will result in a backlash. Too little and they'll walk over you.

Sorry about the random rambling. Just had to get this off my chest.

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