Argh, Pes C is really nothing in comparision to mono-intake BMT. I was in a mono-intake unit during BMT, and we really fought like mad. Morning, 5 am reville, whack all the way till night time about 8 or 9. After shower I had barely enough energy to talk (or cry, depending) over the phone to my parents or my girlfriend. just go to bed, kwoon till next morning, repeat cycle
we'll get whacked over little things. forgot to squeeze off rifle? Kena yelled at, plus 1 extra. Took too little time to wash your equipment after field camp? Another platoon was forced to change back into their dirty no. 4 (mind you, they had already bathed), and with FBO, crawled through a very muddy field. Literally CRAWLED. Leopard crawl, "PRICK MUST TOUCH THE GROUND" would be what the PC would yell. And the PC was either a 1WO or 2WO. Forgot your ID tag? Ah! Run up to bunk, take it and report, get knocked down 20, and if your sergeant was nice, you'll go scot free. If you had a really bad one, he'll give you extra, after he screams at you. If we're not being screamed at, we're doing extra duties over weekend.
I barely started on the psychological brainwashing on how special we are to be chosen as the "elite" of the army, blah blah.
No DS, no MP3s aloud. All forms of entertainment were barred. Only luxury was our handphone. And OC was kind enough to let us use chargers. Only that there were 5 men in my very cramped, squashy bunk, all competing for one pathetic power outlet every night.
Did you know I got 3 extra for playing with handphone games? Even that was barred
Not to be against all those suffering in Regimentation Island now, but I noticed that most posting here are in Pes C. Life, as a Pes C, is honestly much better if you're a Pes B or Pes A.
Or stuck in a rubbish camp like me, called "Hendon"
Thank God I'm now only a mere logistitian and no more a Commando Fighter