Seasons we Serve

963600 minutes
963000 moments so dear
963600 minutes
How do you measure, measure two years

In book-ins, in bookouts
In nights-outs, in cookhouse surveys
In meters, in clicks, in turnouts at night
In 963600 minutes
How do you measure, two years of your life?

Why must we, serve?
Why must we, serve?
Why must we, serve?
Why must we serve…

Lan lan must serve~
Lan lan must serve~

963600 minutes
963000 moments so sian
963600 minutes
How do you measure the life of commanders or of men?

In extras he signed
Or in shellscrapes he slept
In weekends confined
Or the times that he wept

Its time now to book out
Though the fucking never ends
Till we ORD
Remember that we’re just an NSF!

I don’t want to serve~
(Oh I don’t want, I don’t want I don’t want to serve~)
Don’t want to serve~
(You know that two years we all must serve~)
Don’t want to serve~
(Can serve, must serve, lan lan must serve~)
Don’t wanna serve~
(Measure, measure the time you served)

Seasons we served~
Seasons we served~
(Measure the life, measure the life you served)

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If you're PES C it's 1051200 minutes btw

Rainbows in Airdrops

Sometimes, in tough and tiring times, all you need is a reminder from God that all is fine.

It's not the face that launched a thousand ships, and I don't know how our armies compare with others, but stopping commandos (albeit female ones), an NDU sergeant, and a bunch of us riggers while derigging our CDS to just stare up has to have some power in itself. It's the same feeling that Noah got when he finally reached ashore - that all is still good in the world and things are as they should be.

Jason pointed at one end of it and said there's a pot of gold there. Maybe someone airdropped it there.

Snippets of Army - Night Firing

The stars are bloody beautiful when you lie down on the grass and look up. You could care less about the gunpowder in the air, the loud bangs that blast against your ears for a while until you adjust to it, the shockwaves on the ground that shake your body that slight bit, and the motherfucking huge black bar in the middle of the sky that blocks out a huge chunk right smack in the middle.

There's also the fact that you're bloody wearing a long 4 as usual with helmet and LBV, but fuck that. The weather's cool and you don't really care

"Detail 5 fall out Detail 6 take up proning position Detail 7 assist"

oh fuck my turn as assistant torchlight out oh fuck hurry up hurry up shineshineshine oh fuck my turn as shooter fuckgetoutmymagazinesandpronefuckkneelingpositionfuckneedtoloadfuckneedtostandup
NOINEEDTOSQUATDOWNTOLOADFIRSTfuckLEDnotstablefuckitsthetestneedtopronefuck
ohmygodwhatjusthappenedFALLOUTRUNBACKQUICKLYPICKUPMAGAZINESLETSGO

...well at least I didn't have to go fuckIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIA.

Snippets of Army

"With this, I will defend my country!" I shouted. I realized inside what that meant.

What I didn't realize was that there would be a fucking 5-tonner in the way when I needed to draw the damn rifle from the armskote.

Receiving Rifle

God bless he who made the skies, the stars, the predawn hours of night and created me to see the wonder of the stars and the world in such a beautiful manner.

And God fuck whoever made me have to appreciate all that while holding a rifle in my right hand and put me in a long 4 while he was at it