Basket.

Seven days in the wilds of Pulau Tekong, over and done with. National Service is not what separates the strong from the weak; field camp is. Take my word for it.

I was thinking of perhaps going down to the new RJ to take a look around this weekend, but I guess I have to stay home and tend to my wounds, products of the ferocious battles with swarms of mosquitoes, sandflies and red ants, the wicked thorns of the mimosa and trench-digging for quite literally one full day.

Ha, it seems like I can't stop talking about army stuff these days. Well, what I can say is that it's quite literally my job.

On a route march one night, I looked up and saw the full moon, a pure white disc in the clear sky, illuminating fields of lalang, on either side of our path, lightly swaying in the gentle breeze. If I had time to stop, I would have. Instead, I just gaped and tried to sneak another glance. It was breathtaking, picture-perfect, the kind of scenery one never imagines one might be able to find in Singapore.

Just try to imagine it, in your mind's eye.