Outfield

As much as I intend to keep posts on this blog relevant to running, I'd like to share some instances of my field camp/SIT test from 4-9th March.

I heard stories of field camp prior to my field camp and most seemed unnerving. Yet when I had the chance to get down to the site and experience it personally, it certainly was manageable. Hygiene was understandably poor, food wasn't as palatable. However, other aspects appealed to me - the community spirit, the willingness to help one another, performances our CSM tasked us to do and of course, the breathtaking night sky.

The night sky would be one I would always remember. I'd recall the night of 8th March, when my section mates and I stargazed in the brief moments before lights-out, when they got me to look up before singing "Happy Birthday". 

I remember the tunnel ride home, when the tunnel started singing "Happy Birthday"(even though it was already 9th March). 

I remember the combat movement we did, the firing of blanks, the many mistakes I made(I somehow don't quite remember anything that involves my rifle - other than making sure it's with me at all times). 

I remember the day I was the Platoon IC and accidentally called my coy's OC "Sergeant", getting 70 push-ups for that.

I remember the perfect weather. I'm estimating we had about 60 seconds of rain - spread over a few instances, over our entire outfield training.

Oh, I remember the sights and smells of the latrine at our field camp site. Breath-taking indeed.

Most of all, I remember how God was present through it all.