[Mood: Great] [Mentally: Better] [Physically: Bruised] [State of Mind: Stronger]
Just came back from Ex Pegasus. 4 days, 3 nights. Well, it was tough going through it, but when it was all over, it was pretty amazing I got out of it alive. Not without injuries though.
We set off on Monday evening towards our concentration area (a.k.a. friendly area) and set up our defence. Luckily we didn't have to dig, or our morale will be super low. We were preparing for a defence against 4SIR, who will be attacking us approximately 4AM the next day. They were late by an hour. Lolz. At their first shot out, we were all on alert, but my platoon sector was not attacked, so for an hour or so, we just stayed still. I almost fell asleep. Okay, so I DID fell asleep. *shrugs*
On Tuesday evening, we went to a landing zone to go heliborne and be inserted into another area for movement. There were 2 Chinooks and 2 Super Pumas, and I was lucky to be in the stick for the Super Puma. I had already been on the Chinook when I was in SISPEC, so the Puma was something new. The flight had a greater feeling in flight. Upon insertion, we regrouped, and went for movement to our attack location.
The movement took 9 hours. 9 hours of very little rest. 9 hours of constant swearing from my men. 9 hours of me praying that I didn't get lost. I have a bit of trouble seeing in the dark, and I mean pitch dark. My night vision goggles was also having problems that night, so it didn't help. I almost felt like giving up throughout the march, but I mean, looking at my men pushing on, I pushed myself. And finally made it in time for the attack.
Unfortunately by then, my platoon was only left with my section. Section 1 was attached out to do block force, and the whole Section 2 fall out. Yeap, I'm lucky to be in a section where the men don't give up that easily (either by their will, or by me ignoring their requests to fall out). After the attack, we set up defence again nearby waiting for 4SIR to attack us again. When they finally came, it wasn't really much of a fight. Lolz.
That night, we set off for another movement to our objective. To cut it short, I wasn't even bothered with the attack because I was too tired (fell in the drain twice), hurt my groin, had abrasion on my thigh, hungry (didn't eat since lunch), and I was carrying additional LAW (Light Anti-Tank Weapon) on top of my already heavy breaching equipment. But pushed on I did, and when i was all over, I felt great.
On Friday, my unit had a Chinese New Year makan session at Marina Bay. No Halal food, so they gave us rations. Dotz.
Yesterday was a better day for me this week. Spent some precious time with my sweetheart in the morning till evening, before heading to my grandparents' place to visit them. I really pity them, staying alone. If my parents had a choice, they would be staying with us. But complications in the past prevented that. Haizz.
Chinese New Year and I am on duty tomorrow. My platoon sergeant wanted to change it for me, but I declined. I mean, it is MY duty, so I don't really mind. If I really have to change because I have something on, I will find a way.
Less than a month to go before Taiwan. I'm looking forward to it. The end of Taiwan, I mean.