Sunday, June 7, 2009, 11:29 AM
Passing out tomorrow. IC for the past week, was tough, tough tough week, loads of crap. When given 40mins to expand Company evening's performance to twice as long, the rest of the platoon just melts away. When problems ensue, we only start to see the people that appear to help when in need. These are the people that we can finally see, people whom we can trust to fight alongside. Handed over to the "platoon best"
Who cares anyway.
Here's a little song we made
On a dark Tekong highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of the sea, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw my tracers go
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to shoot in the night
There he stood in the darkness
I heard the Sergeant yell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then he smacked my helmet and I shouted IA IA
There were voices in my head,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel Pulau Tekong
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Pulau Tekong
Any time of year, you can find it here
His mind is tiffany-twisted, he's got the Lieutenant rank
He's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that he calls recruits
How they march in the jungle, sweet summer sweat.
Some march to remember, some march to forget
So I called up the captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel Pulau Tekong
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin it up at the Hotel Pulau Tekong
What a nice surprise, bring your Eleven B's
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And he said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own devices"
And in the cookhouse canteen,
We gathered for dinner
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill Shankar
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the Penguin back
To the place I was before
"Relax" said the Sergeant,
We are programmed to receive.
You can bookout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
3rd platoon Curahee
