Pawns
The thing about being a man for your National Service is that you need to learn how to be a pawn. A disposable, dispensable piece of tool that only has temporal value. No matter how great were your scholastic achievements back in JC and secondary school, you need to adapt.
And you need to adapt real quickly. Because in the military world, which functions in a completely different manner from the normal outside world, rank is king, regardless of one's capabilities. The environment is so detached from normality that if an NSF fails to learn to respect that custom, they will find themselves engulfed by unfairness and grievances, which they would desprately try to get out of or to change.
It's not that by adapting to the military's way of doing things will immune you from being engulfed by unfairness and grievances. It's just that if you can adapt, you can take things easy.
Then you save yourself from any inferiority complex.
Men are like paper utensils. There are loads of us. The women in Singapore mass-produced us. We are everywhere, disposable, easily replacable. Hence, do not expect to be treated with much dignity. Get used to it. You are merely a tool to help those officers to achieve what they want: allow them to command you around to meet their promotion criteria, help them do loads of saigang so that your unit can be awarded the Best Unit, help them with all the paperwork and stores maintenance so that there will be no findings during any audit.
At the end of the day, who gets the benefit? It's not you. no medallions, no trophies, no certificates, no cash incentives, no days off (okay, if you are lucky you do get a couple, but that's about it), no quicker promotion, no further promotion.
Nothing. We get nothing. The big boss up there will get all the credit. He will be promoted. He shall be praised. He may get a pay raise.
All you get at the end of the day are repeated denials of your privileges, the removal of your dignity and basic human rights by being ordered to have your dinner outside the platoon office while seated along the corridor and nothing close to a word of "Thanks".
that's the life of being a man. Get used to it. We are merely pawns for the officers.
And you need to adapt real quickly. Because in the military world, which functions in a completely different manner from the normal outside world, rank is king, regardless of one's capabilities. The environment is so detached from normality that if an NSF fails to learn to respect that custom, they will find themselves engulfed by unfairness and grievances, which they would desprately try to get out of or to change.
It's not that by adapting to the military's way of doing things will immune you from being engulfed by unfairness and grievances. It's just that if you can adapt, you can take things easy.
Then you save yourself from any inferiority complex.
Men are like paper utensils. There are loads of us. The women in Singapore mass-produced us. We are everywhere, disposable, easily replacable. Hence, do not expect to be treated with much dignity. Get used to it. You are merely a tool to help those officers to achieve what they want: allow them to command you around to meet their promotion criteria, help them do loads of saigang so that your unit can be awarded the Best Unit, help them with all the paperwork and stores maintenance so that there will be no findings during any audit.
At the end of the day, who gets the benefit? It's not you. no medallions, no trophies, no certificates, no cash incentives, no days off (okay, if you are lucky you do get a couple, but that's about it), no quicker promotion, no further promotion.
Nothing. We get nothing. The big boss up there will get all the credit. He will be promoted. He shall be praised. He may get a pay raise.
All you get at the end of the day are repeated denials of your privileges, the removal of your dignity and basic human rights by being ordered to have your dinner outside the platoon office while seated along the corridor and nothing close to a word of "Thanks".
that's the life of being a man. Get used to it. We are merely pawns for the officers.
小权纯裕郎 自作自秀@at
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