Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Class 2006 Our Story? (Taming the Beast) part 1
FOURTH CLASS YEAR
(Taming the Beast)
(Taming the Beast)
A very short shore pass revitalize our weathered body and enthusiasm; it was again time for us to muster the courage that seemed to have gone on AWOL. Anticipation of the life that we would adapt inside the battalion , the mess hall as well as the action - packed daily routines made our hearts pound so hard it could be felt nautical miles away, and was subtly accompanied by a brief gulp of saliva.
As we neared the mighty gates of our deer PMMA, the sight of its mighty gates in a very bareen background stirred quirky feelings from within us. Our bodies seemed to shake together with the leaves that quivered as the warm breeze blew against the needles of the pine tress. With our left hand holding our luggage and the right on thrust position, we moved on the double toward our second home.
Entering the barracks was never easy, our feet needed a jostle to make a step. After arranging our thing and cleaning our quarters; the heads made us busy the whole day. It was quite all right during that time because only few of our seniors were onboard. Knowing that it would be quite sooner or later that the empty deck be infested by tyrant dragons, our senses wanted to slow every second that passed to delay our doom.
to be continue...
As we neared the mighty gates of our deer PMMA, the sight of its mighty gates in a very bareen background stirred quirky feelings from within us. Our bodies seemed to shake together with the leaves that quivered as the warm breeze blew against the needles of the pine tress. With our left hand holding our luggage and the right on thrust position, we moved on the double toward our second home.
Entering the barracks was never easy, our feet needed a jostle to make a step. After arranging our thing and cleaning our quarters; the heads made us busy the whole day. It was quite all right during that time because only few of our seniors were onboard. Knowing that it would be quite sooner or later that the empty deck be infested by tyrant dragons, our senses wanted to slow every second that passed to delay our doom.
to be continue...
