This week was a flash. Too busy to actually sit down and organize my thoughts. It was either scolding people, or dozing off into a siesta. Even now, as i was typing this, my eyelids are going for closure.

My recruits have written a commander appraisal for us. Surprisely, but not unexpectedly, the recruits have inevitably termed me as a symbol of punishment. Such a title has associated itself with a negative connotation, and my reputation as a commander is to punish recruits.

I am not going to deny that. I am very anal about discipline and ethics. Maybe it was because my platoon sergeant trained me to be like this, or the period of time in ASLC have led me to think that selfish bastards are actually produced if they have have a smooth no-punishment life since BMT. Or rather, to put it crudely, commanders who don't want to do their 5 cents worth to discipline them.

Sgt Gavin always wear the same old cold hard expression. Then, with his arms folded, he will bore his gaze into the platoon, scanning each and everyone of them slowly, finding tell-tale signs of anyone trying to challenge the system by fidgeting. Any signs of lack of discipline will result in harsh punishment. I know, anal, but, for a good worth.

On the other hand, i have also been termed as the welfare guy too, ironically. But less of this, as i feel that if the recruits deserve welfare, i will give it.

But being myopic as the majority, what most of them don't realise is that i am just a trainer for them. I guide them onto the proper path. What really motivates them are themselves. I can punish them everytime, but if they do not come to senses, then i still fail in my job. Thus, each and everyone must know the intentions behind, and learn from it. Unlike now, everyone cowering in fear over the next punishment. Sad.

Nonetheless, i seek to change and right the wrong. As my punishment are always that unique, i shall inject a little more creativity into the punishment. So that when they are being punished, they will automatically understand my intentions.

P.S.: My recruits are a funky group, blessed to have a chance to train them to be soldiers.

aLm0nD~cUsTaRd blogged @ 7:02 AM